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Trauma is an identity
I cry Lightly as tears run my face and to my dress my tears stain my dress as I feel a warm hand move over my shoulder, he moves down my arm taking my hand. I don’t look up but know who it is, he pulls me closer gently waltzing. The music plays lightly so lightly I didn’t notice him turn it on, the rain hits the large window as he gently hooks my hand and his other hand rests on my back, I rest my head on his chest not caring about the tears that stain his white shirt, I could see his tattoos through the fabric. I focus back on the music, the singer was in love deeply in love, he good to the moon just to dance with the girl he loves, he sings about her cherry lips and long black hair. She was the apple to his eye, his princess. But I’m quakity’s Queen. I keep crying but finally look up at him, he’s been my light in the darkness for years. When the darkness consumed me and told me to give up. He showed up, his beanie was the first thing I saw before he tripped. I laughed then my heart melted when he smiled. The feeling of love felt so foreign to me that I panicked and ran from him. He was perfect, the scar that ran down his face and through his now white eye was beautiful to me, I held no physical scars to show my pain. The first night I accepted him, he went above and beyond. I found my king. I’m pulled from my thoughts when he gently places kisses on my knuckles then moves closer kissing my soaked cheeks “ why must you cry my love” I place my hand on his shoulders as we still waltz in the large main room of the casino. “ I cry to help the pain darling “ he moves his hand up over my cheek, his rings are cold extremely cold on my hot tear stained skin. His eyes were filled with love,the way his brows scrunched in and he showed a bit of sadness. He would give me the world of I asked him too. Is weird to see the same man that burned a nation and killed so many it was weird to see him so gentle. He smiles sweetly as if he got a dangerous idea, my heart fluttered knowing he always found a way to heal a little bit of my heart without trying. He leads me to our shared room, he sits me on the bed and gently moves my straps off my shoulders lifting the dress off.he kisses my collar bones and shoulders whispering sweet words that make me want to cry again, I can feel the love radiating off of him. He moves to my bra gently taking it off and then my underwear, kissing my thighs and knees. He undresses and pulls me on top of him. On rough days or hard nights, we lay naked in silence. I see why human touch is important with in minutes I can’t even remember why I was crying. His arms hold me tightly, I rest my cheek on his chest and trace his tattoos with my index finger. He gently placed kisses on my head and covers us.
(Super short but I’m sad so whatever)