Air Bubbles And Paper Cuts

Poems

Yes, I am untouchable.
Almost as untouchable as the stars that melt into the sky above us
Even when his fingers danced on my soft skin
I am still untouchable.
So untouchable that he began to leave.
Only saying he didn't enjoy me being untouchable
The salty tears soaked my pale cheeks as I looked at the stars
Only now do I wish to be touchable,
To feel his fingers dance one more on my skin,
leaving me with goose bumps.