Please, hold me with a steady hand.
Though I wear this armor like a second skin polished, stainless, and cold to the touch know that it is a hollow defense. I am far more fragile than the metal suggests. If I bristle or pull away, see it not as a rejection, but as a reflex; I promise, my heart has no desire to bite.
I built this version of myself in the trenches, a fortress designed for a war that is over, yet I am still waiting for the signal to stand down. I am trusting you to be my ceasefire , to lead me, gently, out of this lifelong fight-or-flight.
Hold me until the shivering stops. It isn't the winter air that chills me, but a long-standing drought of warmth. I have been conditioned to stay frozen to survive the frost, but I am ready to thaw, to let my temperature rise against yours.
And please, love me with a beautiful clamor. Speak it, show it, shout it until the noise of your devotion drowns out the static in my mind. Perhaps if you fill the silence with enough light, I will finally forget how to be afraid.
Though I wear this armor like a second skin polished, stainless, and cold to the touch know that it is a hollow defense. I am far more fragile than the metal suggests. If I bristle or pull away, see it not as a rejection, but as a reflex; I promise, my heart has no desire to bite.
I built this version of myself in the trenches, a fortress designed for a war that is over, yet I am still waiting for the signal to stand down. I am trusting you to be my ceasefire , to lead me, gently, out of this lifelong fight-or-flight.
Hold me until the shivering stops. It isn't the winter air that chills me, but a long-standing drought of warmth. I have been conditioned to stay frozen to survive the frost, but I am ready to thaw, to let my temperature rise against yours.
And please, love me with a beautiful clamor. Speak it, show it, shout it until the noise of your devotion drowns out the static in my mind. Perhaps if you fill the silence with enough light, I will finally forget how to be afraid.
