lost and found

I lay there with him holding me as tears fall from my face, I wanted him to let me have it to have my revenge on my body for not being right I wanted the hurt I felt on the inside to show them all the way I felt. Most of all I felt I deserved to be hurting and of all people to stop me this man who had loved me with every fiber he had I had hurt him and now he was the one who was trying to save me to save me from myself. I looked at him wondering if he even knew who I was how could he I didn't even know who I was. This thought of who was I made every one of my scars burn everytime I steped into church and saw all those teens my age who had everything they had the look the style and the nerve to make it in the world I had never been like that. most of my time had been spent trying to hide from those people.

Now as I lay on the kitchen floor with his hands holding me just tight enough to keep me safe. Why was he still here? What magic was it that held us together. I truned to him he looked at me with his baby blue eyes that seemed to tell me he understood and he smiled all my quivering lips could say was "Why" At this qestion I noticed a tear form and then he lowerd his head and told me that he loved me more than anything that I had saved him and had made him love to get up. I felt my lips offer a smile as I rememberd the days of school when I pulled him everywhere and when I had taken him to church. Those were the days when I felt good felt alive.




5 Months Later

I sat there laughing at his stories of his life back in the country before he had moved to Detroit and of how he sometimes missed the stars at night. I tryed lightening the subject by grabing his knife and playing keep away with it he jummped up scared at the prospect of me having something sharp. He finally corned me by a wall I gave him the kife and he took it once it was in his pocket he turned to me. There at that moment in time our lips meet and that truly was the first moment I knew he could still love me