I read books about war, tragic loss, love and heartbreak.  
I expose my heart to the hard stuff,
because I truly believe somebody needs to.  
If I can forgive humanity for these horrors then maybe I can forgive myself.
After putting down the book ,
my heart heavy,
I look for salvation in your body.
In our bodies together.
Trying to find solace in your kiss and your touch.
Me straddling you, both of us naked and warm, sweat starting to glisten on our skin.
your hands on my hips and mine on the sides of your head holding your gaze.
Somewhere in those deep brown puddles is my salvation, the compassion that would keep me here, that would allow me to find the forgiveness for the world.
You smile at me sweetly before breaking free from my hold and kissing me deeply.
We tumble down the hole,
I imagine it like Alice.
Down , down , down.
time has stopped and it is all blackness
but our bodies.
only landing upon ******.

My sadness still shows ,
you lightly trace circles on my back and you listen as I spill out my broken heart.
You kiss my forehead and you tell me you love me.

I believe you.