After Sex Talks

there's a mirror near the bed

that reflects her naked back.

she's looking at the balcony,

telling me about her past.

she tells the story of her scars

as I trace her healing skin,

hope my kisses would sing to her,

how she's still beautiful within.

she tells of her bitter youth,

forcing down the sour taste,

of her failures and shortcomings,

and imperfections on her face.

she tells me of her insecurities,

and how a skirt-wearing demon

would remind her she's not enough,

until she wakes up crying at dawn.

she looks at me, and it was my first,

seeing her so vulnerable and lost.

she laughs and cries and says sorry,

that she didn't know what came over her.

I told her I'll be right here with her,

a promise set in stone. I pulled her close.

and she hugs me back, tells me I'd better be,

"You're the only one I've ever told."

This is on the perspective of the soulmate.