Hurting hands can be
Loving hands
And loving hands can
Have a trigger
and when it's pulled back
And the safety is off
Just remember
Knees
Arms and hands
Breathes and tears
Bodies
None of it matters now
Beds and books
You read it all
Just breathe and
Open your eyes
To re-survive it
YOU ARE READING
To you, from me
PoetryPoetry I wrote when you were on my mind and when it hurt to be alive. I'll love you always. From, me
