And I cannot look at my body.
Without the burning memories of your warm hands.
Caressing me.
Holding me.
Loving me.
My body doesn't feel like my own anymore.
Just a capsule of what was yours.
And now I'm forced to live in the skin.
That you once loved.
YOU ARE READING
dear ryan
Teen Fictiona collection of letters, poems, and rants, to the boy I love, the boy who broke my heart
