Remember

I know today all you want to do is grab his ass and drag him to the bedroom, tie his two good hands and make him forget his own name. But remember when he is mad at you, when his two hands aren’t good enough or not good at all. 
Remember how to run. 
Remember the fire in your belly, and the taste of blood in your mouth. 
Keep that in mind when he smiles at you next time. Don’t let him negotiate you into his arms, don’t forget they are a cage. 
You know how it is. 
You know his smile is just an excuse you tell yourself when you feel the ghost of his lips on your wrists. And you know it took too many bruises and a very long time to understand that arms can hold too tight and lips can’t heal everything.

So, remember. 
Remember you have hands too.