Lying Hands

1~left me undone

He left me in the tangled sheets of no where, I remember it like it was the one thing I needed in life.

He pulled me in and laid me down, I can still feel his touch, so rough but wanting more.

He held onto me like I was the last thread holding him together, but then why did he leave.

I'm alone naked in the tangled sheets, the sheets had only one purpose and that was to hide the scared and shameful body of mine.

The one thing I was supposed to keep together but I let it fall apart, scars cover my skin, bruises hide in my bones and beneath all of it is a broken heart, the last thread that was holding it together was ripped out of me and it walked away with only a single tear falling down my cheek.

That's what was left of me, and now the last tear was shed, nothing was left of me.

I see now I was nothing more, he must have saw it to, that's why he must have left me here to become of nothing.

The world around me didn't move, but I tried to make it, the place I once called home was destroyed, he must have wanted me for the money.

The one thing anyone would want more than love, the thing that made them leave the other and steal their soul was money.

He took my soul, but not before he beat me, took my virginity and my money, the man I loved didn't truly love me.

He had the lust in his eyes, not love. I was to naive to see what was truly him.

The thing that made him who he was, a monster of some kind, one you don't want walking on you like water.

He never gave me anything, it was me doing everything to keep the thread together but once I let him in he was gone at the snap of my fingers.

He took what was in me and left me here to be nothing. There was once a time I thought we could be something but it turns out I was always wrong.

I was like the delicate glass figure you would see for high figured price, but then again there were thousands like me all the same wanting to be wanted, so I was tossed like any of the others, he found me and took me in but then he threw me down and broke me.

I was the broken glass he walked over to move on. He May have felt a  tingle of pain but he just let it go numb, forgetting like he had no care in the world.

I was left in his lying hands, but no more for those hands took my last thread and walked away without a scratch.

Maybe I'm the wrong one maybe I have the hands the ones that have lied, the ones that killed our love for each other by being the crazy one I am, maybe I just need to let go of these lying hands and let them drown in the water.

I took my last breath in this world that did not move and jumped in and let the ice cold water take me in there lying hands and pull me down, enough so I could be gone and forget it all.

Then before I could let the last breath leave a trusting hand had pulled my broken ones out of the deep convincing water and had saved me from a wonderful ending.

That was until I realized the hand that was trusting, was the one that would save me from it all, the one that would turn my hand over to a new beginning.

The one that would last forever, she saved me and I realized what love was like in a trusting hand.

No more lying hands and no more one last thread holding me together, I am whole once more.

Thanks to the girl that saved me that one day and from that day on she put the threads back in me, but they were good ones.

She put her trusting hands in my new hands, the new ones that are not broken but that can do anything possible now.

I could see love in her eyes when she looked at me, not lust but love.

The one thing I was yearning for my whole life. This woman made me whole once again.

I wake up everyday now in tangled sheets, naked but not alone, I would always turn over and see her smiling in her sleep, wondering if I fixed her hands when she saved me to.

Maybe we helped each other and maybe we were just meant to be, I believed that she was everything.

I was her everything. The flower that was once wilted because it could not reach any light but was now fully bloomed and growing, never stopping for one second.

I have sunflowers growing out of my trusting hands, as if they had a mind of their own.

Willingly wanting to grow into her hands and only then because she was trustworthy, unlike him the unnamed man that I once thought I loved.

The man who I hope to never see again, but that was just the beginning.

He saw me with my girl and laughed, but not just any laugh an evil laugh.

She walked away to look at something, and he had followed like a puppy.

I tried to catch up but his friends held me back while she laughed then she looked around and saw me, she looked back at him and slapped him.

She came and took my hand and said "I love you."

I thought she would choose him over me, but he's a man and I am just a woman with no sense of how to love but in the end she loved me and I loved her too.

"I love you too, princess." I said to her and it had started a great life with her and a happy future.