you try and get closer and show me affection, but i flinch and you notice, that someones hands weren’t as kind as your’s and did not have your good intentions. You ask why i shake in the presence of men, and i hesitate to tell you that every time i shut my eyes in every blissful kiss, i see shattered glass from the window i look through called my perspective. the way i look at love is forever changed, and i will never feel comfort, but oh god do i feel safe with you if that makes any sense. you tell me we have a journey together and out of curiosity i ask what that is, and you tell me it is to make it to the destination without fear of kissing you out of excitement that we finally made it. as our journey continues, the handprints painted on my skin in red start to fade with every kiss you trail down my arms. and as i am looking at what i thought was going to be another sugarcoated tragedy, i realize that you are the rain after the rainbow, you are the healing of my wounds, you are the road i continue to walk, and you are the light that guides me down it. and for that, i am thankful, for i wouldn’t have gotten the best revenge i could plot..
to show that ******* that i can be loved.