I remember the way my fingers felt while tangled in your hair.
The dampness of your lips against my neck.
Your voice bellowing against my ears,
even when you whisper.
Your hips against mine,
My hands gripping your shoulders.

And no matter how great the intimacy was,
I was always a little girl.
Terrified.

And I still am.
Call it damage, call it what you will,
but I am struggling to trust you.
The emotions pumping through my veins are
Nothing I've ever felt before.
I hope someday that you'll cure this inability.