You Don't Destroy Me

Your fingers intertwine

With every story I’ve ever written,

Every rose I’ve ever held.

They trace my skin,

Reading my story like it’s written in brail.

They’ve memorized

Every scar and every stretch mark.

They twirl my hair,

Like they’re on a brand new adventure,

Like they’re exploring a new world.

A world, that,

They have the power to destroy.

Your hands mold

To every shape my body presents.

They hold my hands

Like precious gifts to be savored.

They cradle my face,

Converting their warmth,

Into my happiness.

The happiness, that,

They have the power to destroy.

Your arms wrap around me

Like a bullet proof vest.

They protect my heart

From bullets spiraling at astounding speeds,

Ready to shred it into a million unrecognizable pieces.

They carry my soul

Like a throne carries its queen.

The queen, who,

They have the power to destroy.

Your words flood my mind

Like an ocean of wonder.

They flow through my veins,

Rhyming with my pulse,

Filling every inch of my body with support.

They lay upon my skin,

Singing melodies

That stand like walls,

Keeping the unsettling memories out of my mind.

The mind, that,

They have the power to destroy.

Your fingers have the power to destroy my world.

Your hands have the power to destroy my happiness.

Your arms have the power to destroy my soul.

Your words have the power to destroy my mind.

You have the power to destroy me.