I stirred, my eyes heavy with sleep, Adjusting to the darkness of our room, Morning is put on hold, Its light helpless against the curtains. I listen to you, sleeping Under the duvet, my hand search for yours Guided by your breath, my lips found yours I laid on your chest and listen to your heartbeat, Being lull to sleep again, by your warmth. Till you pat my head and whisper, Good morning, my love.

You took me in your hands Tore up the pages of my stories The ones that gave me nightmares You mended some Trying to make it good as new I ask why You said there is good in me Those you wanted to preserve A gentle word A fierce belonging From that moment on I know my story is no longer mine alone