Held Too Gently to Resist

She said, “Don’t love me this hard,”
Whispered into the dark,
Cause the way he held her
Melted every hidden part

She could feel it in the quiet,
In the warmth of his arms,
Lying there, unfolding slowly,
Pouring out her heart unarmed

And he held her like a promise,
No trembling, no guard,
Taking every piece she offered,
Holding it so easy, so unscarred
That’s why she whispered, “Don’t love me this hard.”

💓

Location: Sydney NSW, Australia

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