He.
He is change.
He is a breathe of fresh air after a night trapped in a damp basement.
He is pools of depth and emotion where eyes used to be.
He is a gentle caress where your forceful blows once landed.
He is what I need.
He speaks truth where you spoke lies.
He is a million hellos and you were a never ending stream of goodbyes.
His hands running down my body scorch with passion igniting my being on fire. Warmth.
Your hands were ice cold like a bucket of water on Winter's coldest day. Freezing.
When I see his smile the next 20 years of my life flash before my eyes.
When you smiled I wasn't sure I'd make it there.
He whispers in my ear, "You're so beautiful" & "I can't believe your mine."
You whispered in my ear, "You'll pay for that later; No one wants you, hell, neither do I"
He holds my hand like I'm a prize.
You held my hand in a grip that foreshadowed the pain to come.
He says, "You're perfect, please stop hiding from me."
You said, "You're worthless, without me you're nothing."
When he puts his arms around me its to pull me close, hug me tight, and show me he's there.
You put your arms around me to show me how fat I was and stop me from running away.
He is my protector.
You were my aggressor.
He rebuilds me.
You destroyed me.
He is joyful memories.
You are nightmares.
He is a man.
You are a boy.
He is teaching me what real love is.
He is erasing you from my soul.
And one day I will be able to tell him I love him without feeling your hands around my neck successfully stopping the words from pouring out of my mouth.
Because He is mine.
And since the first time he saw me I have been his.
He is happiness.
He is not you.
He is my forever.
He.