I think if I kept walking, I could forget.
The way that hand turned my mind to shreds.
The way I froze and didn't move.
Is it wrong to feel like I have something to prove?
To the trusting 'me', who apologized when she moved away.
From the hand that started to stray.
Dear body, from now on, I promise to protect you.
I'm sorry that last time I didn't know what to do.
I should have been safe with a friend.
Please, can we make amends?
I know you still flinch at unfamiliar hands.
I know it's still hard for you to dance.
I promise next time I'll scream.
We will work as a team.
Please forgive me, for being naive.
For being meek when I wanted to leave.
Next time we'll fight for our home.
Next time, I won't leave you alone.