Ink Stained Soul…

It would be so easy to let him come hold me tonight.
He wouldn’t try and have my body.
He would hold me so I wasn’t alone.
He wouldn’t hold my pain though.
He can’t.
Anything hard to hear, talk about how I’m hurting, my past.
He needs to talk about happy things.
There is no place for my scars.
If he held me, it would be a shell not me.