That night,

"what are you thinking about?"
he asked


she sat on that cigarette-stained couch with her wet hair
holding a mug of hot coffee,
facing his face


"nothing"
she said

he took the mug, "here"
while patting his lap and
she puts her head on


it's 3 am, when her 'nothing'
means everything is wrong
and nothing is right,

where her mind is the
scariest place to let her alone
where her heart is the
coldest place some people have ever visited


he then stroked her hair
until he saw the tears,
he wrap his arms around her shaking frame


he comforts her by telling her
she'll be safe with him,
nothing can hurt her
and that he will never leave her.



"you were protecting me" she said


and he pulled her closer
and said

"thats all i ever wanted to do
since i first saw you".