I’m sorry that I’ll get nightmares that wake me up in the middle of the night, trembling at the thought that you too could break me, like the boy before you.
You keep me safe. From myself. My past. My greediness. My insecurities. My doubts. My fears.
My ass will not be the first thing you notice and I don’t need your approval. I definitely don’t want to associate myself with someone who puts such an emphasis on MY body.