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You came to me when I was broken.
You made me better, or so I believed.
I could walk with my head up again.
But only with you next to me.
I could go out and live again.
But only with you next to me.
I could breathe and think again.
But only with you controlling every breath
and intruding in every thought.

I was healed.
But I wasn't.
Instead you made the wound harsher.
Pouring salt and kissing clean.
My enemy, my saviour.

You protected me.
With your hands around my neck.
You kept me safe
With my hand pinned to my side.
You whispered soft words into my ear
When I screamed in pain.
You made me. I was yours.
I belonged to you.

Weaker and weaker.
Vulnerable.
Scared and confused.
You broke me.

You broke me.

-

'You scared me last night.' I admitted to him. He brought his hand gently to my cheek and rolled over to look directly at me. 'I didn't mean to baby, I never want you to be scared of me.' This isn't the first time I'd heard that line. It wouldn't be the last either.
Giving in I kissed him lightly on the cheek and climbed over him and out of bed. Dressed myself ready for the day.
'Okay?' I asked him, dressed in leggings, a simple dress and boots.
'Perfect' he replied. 'My gorgeous girl.'
Crossing the room to the bathroom I proceeded to apply my make up. His long arms creeped around my waist and his head way above mine reached down to softly kiss my neck. He didn't like me wearing make up, and preferred me with my natural hair. He claimed I was perfect completely stripped back. Vulnerable. The person he made me.
I was completely in awe of him, I loved him, he loved me, what more could I ask for. He was romantic, surprise visits, and kind gestures forever made my heart melt.