I remember the time you stood outside my door
in a suit and tie and asked my parents for permission to take me out

I remember the flowers you gave me
and the smile on your face
and the way your eyes glistened in the pale glow of the moon

I remember the scent of you and the cliche romantic gestures
I assured you you didn't have to do, but you said that a lady deserves a gentleman

I remember that was the first day my scars were visible
and I was so afraid you would be disgusted and angry

I remember your hands travelling up my arms and tracing over the marks
red, raised, recent

I remember you telling me
I was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen
and I remember how you held me as I cried
because no one had ever cared before
not ever