A touch
Always seems to be insufferable.
Like a knife being dragged against my skin.
Leaving bruises behind
Breaking my heart for not liking it sometimes.
It is odd because
Touch is the only language I know to show my love through,
Yet I feel sick to my stomach when their hands linger more than two seconds on my skin.
-physical affection
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Haunted |+18|
PoetryA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
