Sometimes when I'm with him
I still see flashes of you in my mind.
I can still feel the way you touched me,
And how you had no feeling behind it
And I can't stand it.
But then I look into his eyes,
Or see his smile,
Or hear his laugh.
It's nothing like you at all.
The way he touches me is so soft and gentle.
He knows how broken and damaged I am
And he traces the cracks in my skin
Ever so carefully
Touching each and every spot that has been touched by you.
He touches me with care
And he's being sure not to damage me anymore.
He is careful with me,
He is loving with me,
He has meaning behind the things he does.
I can feel the love from him when he touches me
Unlike you,
Because when you touched me I felt numb.
I felt nothing coming from you.
The things you did were meaningless.
Your hands were cold and brittle
And every time you touched me
You made more cracks and breaks in my skin,
But when he touches me
I can feel the love coming from him.
The things he does are meaningful.
His hands are so warm and soft
And every time he touches me
He heals the cracks and breaks in my skin that were left by you.
Sometimes when I'm with him
And I see flashes of you in my mind,
All I have to do
Is look at him
And I'm no longer afraid.
I'm no longer scared
Because I know he will not break me
The way you did.
~R.L.
1/5/19
YOU ARE READING
The Pieces of You
PoetryIf you really want to know the pain and heartbreak you put me through, this is for you. I know you will never want to know what you did to me. It's easier for you to just forget about it and act like it never even happened. Unfortunately I cannot...
