Hold me as the thunder roars and the thunder cries. Hold me as the sun attacks and theclouds protect. Please just hold me, I want to be in your arms. In the arms that protect me,that makes me feel safe. The arms that made me feel happy, the arms that loved me beyondcomprehension. I want those arms to hold me. Not the arms that feel colder than a winterstorm.
Those arms scare me, I fear them. Having those arms even close to me makes my heartfreeze and wither. Why did they change? What made them change? What can I do to makethem go back to normal?
Soon those arms didn't even hug me. Those arms and hands hurt me. They slapped me,punched me, pulled my hair. What did I do to deserve this? I tried asking but you just yelledat me for talking back, so I stayed quiet and dealt with the pain you inflicted.
After a while, you stopped. You tried hugging me, but I had already been through manybeatings so I could no longer trust those hands. Whenever you lifted your arms to hug me, Iflinched and covered my face, I cower in fear. You even yelled at me for not letting you hugme anymore. I didn't know what you wanted me to do anymore. Do I submit to your beatingsor let you hold me with your unwelcoming arms?
Then one night you came home, dragging your feet against the floor and swaying from sideto side. You clung to your side, it was too dark so I couldn't see properly. I came to your sidejust as you collapsed on the coach.
"Darling what's wrong?! What happened?!" All you did was stare at the floor, void of emotion."Emily, love, will you forgive me?" I hold his hand in worry. "For what darling?"
I lift his head to see his teary eyes void of any emotion other than sadness and grief. "Forhurting you," he sobs. I kiss his sweaty forehead, letting my lips linger. "Darling what'sgotten into you?" He tried repositioning himself but pain strikes his face so he stays in hisoriginal position.
"Please Emily, will you forgive me?" I look down and realize the blood staining his clothes.Fear hits me and I reach for my phone but he grabs my hand. "Please love," tears pour downhis face.
What do I do? Do I forgive him? Should I? "I understand if you don't, I did horrible things toyou," he winces. He stares into my eyes, they hold only love and sadness. "Can you do me afavour?" he whispers. I nod, the tears seem to be pouring down my face.
"Can you hold me? It's getting kind of cold," he chuckles dryly. I wrap my arms around himand let him lean against me. His breaths become shallow, his eyes slowly drain. "I love youso much Emily," he whispers.Hold Me
"I forgive you darling. I love you too much not to," I cry. I could see him smile softly asanother tear fell down his now pale face.
"At least I got to be in your arms one... last... time..."
A single heart wrenched sob escaped my lips.
"Hold me."
His voice echoes in my heart.
"I'll never let go darling," I shake. I'll never let go again.
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PoesiaA few thoughts, poems, and whatever the fuck I want it to be. Don't read if you're easily offended because some of these topics are really sensitive.
