Dear Girl

You shudder when he comes near sometimes though. Still afraid to trust, still afraid to love. Too many bad memories linger on your harmed skin too many body parts and fingers have been where they should not have been.

 No one knows the cold
 quite like the girl
 accustomed to winter.
 Broken dreams and hopes.
 Violated body.
 Weathered and torn.
 Forced entry.
 You lie there until it’s over
 until you can grab your things
 and flee.
  
 A sun sets in the east
 and rises in the opposite direction.
 You learn to love again.
 Same purpose but a different direction.
 You shudder when he comes near sometimes though.
 Still afraid to trust, still afraid to love.
 Too many bad memories linger
 on your harmed skin
 too many body parts and fingers
 have been where they should not have been.
  
 You sigh knowing there’s not much you can do
 when you hide your true feelings from him, from you.
 You lie there until it’s over
 prepared to grab your things and go
 filing up to the brim with a darkness
 that leaves you cold and consumed in the snow
 because it’s all you’ve ever really known. 
  
 Dear girl
 don’t you already know?
 He loves you.
 Come back to bed
 rest your worries
 rest your mind and head.
 Rest your restless spirit.
 Trust in someone for a change
 other than yourself.
 “Please little bird”
 He says.
 She says.
 “Don’t run.”