Tread Softly

Tread softly, he said to me.

You don't know who I am,

What I do.

You don't know my life.

You don't know my dark side,

you don't know my light.

I pressed a kiss to his cheek,

"I think I can find the light in the dark side of you.

I think it's you,

It's you who needs to tread softly."

I met his skeptical eyes,

"I know you're all Pain.

You're all Pain and Contradiction."

I took his hand in mine.

He looked at me.

His eyes were beyond words.

They were beyond Pains and Contradictions.

They were trusting.

They were unfamiliar.