You only kissed my lips but now I pick at that skin hoping all of you has disappeared. You killed me and I tried to look away, look past it.
But you, yes you, YOU WOULDN'T TOUCH ME. Enlarged sweat glands aren't contagious, you uneducated swine.
You wouldn't touch me.
You wouldn't touch me.
You wouldn't hold my hand.
But you'd find a way to slide your tongue into my throat.
Safe to say we didn't last and I said the reason why was because you slept with that girl with the stick thin personality.
But no, it wasn't.
It was because you wouldn't touch me.
You never touched me.
You never touched me.
You never held my hand.
I just want someone to hold my hand.
Or will I be one of those, like Brand New said, those who die looking for a hand to hold.
