drabble: you called me beautiful
you called me beautiful
he strips you with his eyes before his hands, your soul before your body, makes you feel more naked than you've ever been. his hands are always on you, and you learn what it means to want to cry from how gentle his touch is. he shows you what safety is, but you squeeze your eyes shut, afraid, unfamiliar. he whispers in your ear, over and over again that he'll take care of you, he'll take care of you, and god please just trust him. he'll take care of you so well, he promises in a way that makes you reconsider believing in them, those promises everyone makes. you tangle your fingers in his hair and he looks so honest and open, his soul is calling out to yours, asking permission to love you, all of you. and you learn, you will learn, how to wish for an endless night, for god to not see, so you could show him just how much you can really love, like you've never shown anyone else, love back, recklessly and fearlessly.
he strips you with his eyes before his hands, your soul before your body, makes you feel more naked than you've ever been. his hands are always on you, and you learn what it means to want to cry from how gentle his touch is. he shows you what safety is, but you squeeze your eyes shut, afraid, unfamiliar. he whispers in your ear, over and over again that he'll take care of you, he'll take care of you, and god please just trust him. he'll take care of you so well, he promises in a way that makes you reconsider believing in them, those promises everyone makes. you tangle your fingers in his hair and he looks so honest and open, his soul is calling out to yours, asking permission to love you, all of you. and you learn, you will learn, how to wish for an endless night, for god to not see, so you could show him just how much you can really love, like you've never shown anyone else, love back, recklessly and fearlessly.