Ignored.

What does it mean to trust?

I open my arms and

My soul to you,

Hoping that you

Will keep me safe.

But my safety

Is not

Your priority.

Can I blame you?

No.

For your actions

Are human.

My humanity

Grants me

Empathy while,

Humbling you.

So I will forgive;

My body, however,

Will remember

The pain as

Muscle memory;

Reacting to each

Movement, unable to

Relent.

The abrasions on my skin

And the knots in my

Stomach,

Do not yield to the

Pain of safety

Ignored.

I do not blame you,

No,

I have no one to blame;

My actions are my own.

My thoughts a song

Of longing and of

The memoirs of

My soul:

Past,

Present, and

Future.

My body a painting

Of beauty and

Anguish, except,

They are

One.

What does it mean to trust,

If I cannot trust

Myself?