I remember you hovering over me.
Saying that you loved me.
I remember looking into your eyes.
Feeling content.
Feeling safe.
Although I never said no,
I didn't need to.
Maybe you just knew and although I may not have known that I was ready yet, you must have know because you would have never hurt me,
Right?
YOU ARE READING
Wrecked
PoetryWreck/[rek]/Noun A person of ruined health; someone in bad shape physically or mentally. It's funny how I look back now and realize that maybe I still love him. That maybe I still love the real him. Not the one who did it for the money and the s...
