Hold me tonight

I want you to touch me tonight. To hold me and stroke my hair and promise me it will be all right while I cry my heart wounds clean.

I want your hands on me tonight tender, stroking and soothing. I want you to lie to me, tell me the truth, that it will all be okay. That the hurting will stop. The heart wounds will heal.

Lies and the truth, wrapped up together. 

Insincere promises and truthful lies, wrapped together in shiny paper with curly-que ribbons on top.

Hold me tonight, and touch me. Run your fingers over my skin and promise me that it will be all right.