Bruises

Arms wrapped around me
warmth, constricting and wonderful
Smile beams at me
comfort, don't ask why
Happiness is found, no more, no less
I like it, he likes it
Not enough.
He doesn't know the depths of my empathy

prisoner of his thoughts

prisoner of my past.

Freedom begins with a kiss
don't ask why, don't prod
never prod.

The appreciation of being lost
the fear of not being found
the beauty of vulnerability