If you read my words love, know, in your heart, that they were not meant to kill you
They were meant to wound you, so you can heal
You told me once that you wanted to be a better man
To touch the Hand of God
And, love, no one can cut you.....but me, to the depth that you need
You told me things about myself that cut me wide open
Things I needed to hear, that no one else ever dared to say
I saw myself, for once, for who I really was, through your eyes
The bad, beautiful, ugly, broken, tragic, tender, loving, messy, insecure girl who needed a Father Figure/Lover
A girl who cried in your arms, because it was the first time I was ever shown true tenderness
In that moment, I would have died for you. I was your moth, and you love, were the heat
I felt the universe course through my heart, right then, and you were the best thing in it
You made me a room of my own....A room where I could be free for a little while...
No one ever did that....for me
You let me tell you secrets I had never told
You hurt me
You healed me
You gave me the courage to be a woman, not just a child
But she is still there...the child
Love, take my words and let them comfort you in you hour of need
For I bear you no malice...
I only bear an unquenchable love for you....
And love does no harm
Rue @ 2010