He makes me feel like nothing is wrong and when I look in his eyes I see something else. Something different.
He doesn't look at me the way a wolf looks at fresh meat like so many others have before. He actually cares and my body isn't what he wants, he wants to see my soul. He looks hungry, to know me, and my story. And I know he'll never hurt me on purpose because he's been hurt so much.
Too much.
He deserves better but I want to be the best.
If you're reading this, I don't want to lose you.
YOU ARE READING
Random Thoughts
PuisiBunch of poems. Some are sad and triggering please don't read if you're triggered easily.
