To my husband
Threatened by closeness - I pull away.
I tear you down because I'm afraid.
I hate the look in your eyes.
A hurt little boy.
I want out.
I only feel safe when I'm alone.
I'm still a little girl hiding in the closet, under the bed, up a tree.
There is no safety with people.
Not ever.
3-27-03@4:16 a.m.