Again.
If I could leave you with one last thing
it would be a 'thank you'
thank you for scrubbing off the blackened, charred skin
and helping me see I am beautiful within.

You helped me realise, truly realise
that I wasn't the first person to feel hurt
and I certainly wouldn't be the last
that I didn't have a monopoly
on sorrow or pain
but. . .
you told me that if I ever did get hurt
you'd be there to kiss away the pain.

Thank you because you showed me
it was ok
to trust again.