There are too many spaces
Of me
That you validate.

And I'm not used to
Anyone
Making me surrender
Like you do.

And when I'm carrying my
Sword
And spitting out venomous words,

You offer up remedies
And
Kiss wounds

And do not let me pull away until
They are mended.

And I can rest in you
And be certain of one thing-

My flailing
And running

Will only drive me away from the one place I need to be-

In the arms of the only person
That's ever truly

Seen me.