their hands caress,
instead of pulling and ripping.
somehow they carefully hold my mess
of a heart with blood dripping.

fear crawls in my throat,
watching them touch and look
and see past my skin where my vulnerabilities float.
please be gentle with me.

past memories break through
and remind me of just how damaged
my body is and my mind too.
yet they smile and do not ravage.

I hold their face in my hands
and stare, to just understand
where their true intention lands.
their eyes are so genuine... please be gentle with me.

can I do this again.
can I trust them with my all,
with pieces that have caused me such pain.
will I let them break down my careful wall.

their eyes say enough
and I smile and sigh,
this will be beyond tough
but I know they will be gentle with me.

-Anna