Memory...

I ran to him...I had nowhere else to go
        And surely he was there
And so I went!
HE knows me; before I became this...
Weak individual forcing myself through each day
Who's price am I paying?
         He knows that I get lonely
         Even when I'm with you...
I release the furstrations, passion, hate, love truths...me before him...
He picks up my scarred broken pieces.
Polishes them with his heart and mind and missed touch....hands me back to you...beautiful again...unselfish...
I am not worthy of thanking him...
For I do not deserve him...
But I need him...To survive you!

I ignore your lies with his truths.
He's my candle in this dark space...
He's my amazing grace...when I kiss you his lips I taste...       he's my second whole. My partner, my dream....he lives in me...
He is who you were...
He is a memory....