Breathe

They say that people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.

So, I didn’t; he did.

My walls shattered, leaving me

Exposed,

Naked

and Vulnerable.

Now I’m blinded by the lights reflecting off the shards of glass.

He sweeps in and sweeps me up,

rebuilding my walls with his

tattooed arms,

hungry eyes

and powerful lips that whisper,

“just breathe.”