next to someone
who doesn't punish you with distance.
Someone who can sense you go quiet
and knows that it means
you're trying not to need too much.
I hope they don't make love
feel like a place
you're always about to be evicted from.
I hope their hand finds you
in the dark
without you having to move first,
because some of us have been loved
so badly we learnt to apologise for
wanting softness.
We learnt to lie still
and call it peace.
I hope you never do that again
I hope the next person
makes it impossible
for you to confuse silence
with safety.
artisticpursuitofher
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