To Whom It May Concern

He will always hold you precious.

Fingers do a delicate dance across your skin,

Light touch leaving lighter annotations,

This one says,

I’m sorry.

This one says,

I loved you so much so long ago.

This one says,

I always wanted you to know.

He has never held you like you were anything but fragile.

Glass doll in calloused hands.

Always thinking he would be the one to hurt you.

When you fall asleep,

You accidentally dig your nails into his palms.

Glass doll shatters every time she has a nightmare,

And nothing saves him from your razor touch,

From the bleeding lines.

This one says,

I’m sorry.

This one says,

I tried to love you so long ago.

This one says,

I always wanted you to know.