when you’ve loved tigers and sharks and wasps long enough
it’s hard to believe there are people who want to do right by you
you start reading braille and learning hand signs and foreign languages
because when you’ve heard more lies than truth, even his soft words
make you want to carve out a little space inside yourself and
decipher if it could ever be true.
you start stopping at traffic signls when they say go.
you leave behind words and explanations at the door.
you wait for the bite, the blinding pain, you wonder when it’ll strike.
you keep counting every second of laughter because- when will it end.
you live within fears.
and then one day you realize: snakes and tigers and wasps
have never killed you. and you realize that you will always be okay
in the end; that no man could ever make you feel belittled and small
and hurt without your consent, and with time.
you realize too that sometimes the hand that promises would love you
you know that because in the middle of the night they still reach for you
and draw you in close. they fill the gaps. they hold you at your best and
at your worst and they tell you that fairytales sometimes do have happy endings
and you believe them.