h2>Dating : Letters to My Husband
Part 3: A poem

Dear you,
When you ask what I want from love
How do I explain something I’ve never seen?
My father never showed me
The only “love” I’ve ever known
Had me feeling trapped or abused
And now I’m standing in front of you
Trying to hide these wounds
on my heart & soul
Or maybe they’re scars now…
Have I healed yet?
I can’t tell
Because you got me experiencing
the sweetest thing I’ve ever known
& something way too close too home
It’s like
You’re delivery is similar
but your intention isn’t?
How does that work?
How can I tell?
That you are different from them
That this love is different from that hate
& how this women isn’t that girl
Please take the time to show me
What real love looks like