My First Happy Moment
I want to write about him, but I don’t know how.
I want to tell the world how he makes me feel better than the drugs
and how I can’t be unhappy when I look at him.
I want to tell the world that I’m safe now.
he will not harm me
he will not abuse me.
I want to tell the world how mad he makes me sometimes, but I can’t help but pull him close before we fall asleep.
I want the world to be able to hear his labored breathing when I touch him, and the soft hum of his snores at 4am.
I wish you could see his soul the way I do; to see the brokenness, the pain, the happiness, and the strength.
I wish you could see the look in his eyes after a long day, and the way his face lights up when he’s excited.
I wish you could feel the warmth from his laughter.
I wish you could feel how gently he touches me, even with his hand around my throat.
I wish you could feel how much I need him.
I wish I could write about him, but I don’t know how.
- Something someone once wrote,
Happy Valentines Day to all the happy couples that made it, and to all the broken hearts that didn’t.