It's me. It's me
It's me. Hey baby it's me his words floated through the chaotic darkness of my mind, awake i could hear him, lost i couldn't listen to him.
don't let me ago i muttered as i struggled agaisnt his hold. please i knew i was saying these words but i couldn't stop the battle to be free that raged through me. the harder i pulled or pushed myself from him the tighter his grip got, the more frequent his words came.
babe. stop. it's me. you're ok. it's me. My heart was ripping through my chest, I wasn't even sure if i was breathing during the panicked gasps. Slowly i was able to shake the feeling of a trapped animal. His arms remained locked around me, his words whispered in my ear. Finally i was able to catch my breath and slow my heart.
I rolled to the other side of the bed, ashamed of my inability to sometimes seperate reality from the darkest sections of my mind. He reached over and rubbed the back of my neck I remember your nightmares. He said, i could hear the smile in his voice. I rolled over and and looked in his eyes. I smiled trying to remember how many times he met the brunt end of my fist or elbow, Yet he never let me go. I kissed his lips, grabbed his hand, and closed my eyes wondering if he would ever understand how many times he has saved me from my mind.
