On my knees, crying, begging, praying to God to save me from myself. For Someone to speak me back into existence. Someone to give myself to. To pick me up off of the floor. Someone to hold me, enclosed, safe in his arms.
On my knees, crying, begging, pleading for mercy. Imploring him to stop carving into my heart for his pleasure. Dread fills me every second. Fear. Fear of how easily and willingly he hurts me. Fear of how much he enjoys it. Enjoys my tears. Enjoys hearing me beg. Ropes around my throat tug and burn. Tears sting the corners of my eyes, reminding me I am nothing.
On my knees, in the dark, head tilted down. Tears filling my eyes and spilling down my cheeks. Hands open, shoulders straight. I am yours. You say the words and I let your voice wash over me. Wash away every shadow, every bruise. Every dark thought is so far away from me. Protector. Angel. Safe. Forever.
In your arms, breathing slow. My mind relaxes, my shoulders fall, my eyes close, and I melt into you. There is nothing. Just our bodies entwined. We are one together. No thoughts of pain or duty or fear. Just completeness. I don't wonder if I'm safe, I know I am. I don't worry that I'm lost, I know I'm found. Finally. Found. In your arms.