Safe

He made me feel something within myself that I could not face. It was a darkness, a hollowness that his presence enlightened. When he touched me I was safe, but vulnerable; the girl I was felt so different to the person I thought. I can't say it was him, because despite the cliche it really was me. Everything about myself screamed uncertainty. In his room the world consumed me, I was the effect of my irrational thoughts. His touch was kind and talk genuine, yet I was certain it was tampered. My paranoid mind cursed his personality, instead of taking route of the growing fear inside myself. I was scared of the experiences I was embarking on, terrified to venture out of what I understood; I remained stern. As a result I left him broken.

I left you to scrape your heart from the sidewalk. I left you to drag yourself up from the dark place my own being had pulled you down to. I can now see you glow again, from down here where I remain. I smile at your succession, hopeful that one day my light will shine.