Stargazing

This is for someone I think is special. And he knows who he is. This poem is based off of a dream I had. Hope it's good enough.

A beautiful man lay beside me,

observing my scars and curves.

with careful curiosity,

Like how I look at the stars

and constellations.

Stargazing with you

is more than just the moon

the stars, making constellations

and the night sky above us.

It is you drawing those same stars

and constellations

with the moon,

over my scars in hope,

hope that I will love myself.

You look at me,

And see the stars.

But when I look at me,

I see a rose bush.

Full with thorns to protect itself.

Except those thorns

are wrapped around my thighs,

my hips,

my stomach,

my chest,

my neck,

and my arms.

Those thorns

are also wrapped around

my heart

and my mind

But you wouldn't truly understand,

cause it never happened to you.

But stargazing with you,

I feel those thorny vines

loosen a little more

when you do something

that makes me trust you

a little more.

But despite that

something tells me

not to trust you.

But what if it's just fear,

fear of being hurt

physically, emotionally

again?

But when we're stargazing;

I crave your love and comfort,

But on my own conditions.

Will you do that for me?

Beneath the stars,

Or maybe beneath the covers?

Will you comfort me

with your love,

and your respect

for what I do not want?

Author's Note

This is for someone I think is special. And he knows who he is.
This poem is based off of a dream I had. Hope it's good enough.