In Your Arms
Your fingers slowly push on my shoulder,
And lower back,
Quietly pulling me closer to you.
Until our hearts are pressed together,
Beating as one.
In your arms,
I feel protected.
Your lips slowly press on my forehead
Fingers tiptoeing through my hair
Speaking love through your touch
Until I understand
In your arms
I am safe from myself.
Yes I am protected from the monsters in the shadows
From my imaginary demons
But I know how to hold a sword
I do not need protection from that.
I need protection from the thoughts swirling through my head at 2 AM
Wild and free
Unafraid of me
But afraid of love
And so you are my greatest weapon
Because in your arms
I feel loved
And safe
And protected
So please always hug me
Pull me close to you
Because these ugly creatures spitting evil words in my head
Are no match for the way I feel in your arms.
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