thank you for being patient with me.
I'm trying to put it into words, and I think I'm getting close.
his strong pale hands had been gripping my throat for far too long,
but finger by finger you are plucking them away,
and maybe eventually the bruises will fade too.
his degrading and misogynistic language has been replaying in my head for far too long,
but you are recording over it with an unfamiliar language of love.
before you the deep scars in my back had refused to close-
red gashes paining me with each move that I made.
but they are no more than memories now.
I remember the pain, but you remind me that scars always heal, even if they do not fade.
thank you for being patient with me,
I know that I am not easy to love
because much of it was stolen from me years ago.
but you lent me some of yours, and for that I am so grateful.
thank you for being patient with me,
and for teaching me how to put it into words.
