The wind passes by and brush through my silky skin whose once covered in scars and blood.
"You know they talked about you,right?"
I stare at your eyes and I can see the worry in it. I turn my head to avoid your gaze, As I stare at the moon and look at the city lights that i wish I can ran away from,but can't.
"Yeah,it's pretty obvious they don't even try to hide it in my presence,anyways"
I felt your warm hands touch my icy cold ones, I feel like crying just by your touch and the feeling you give me when you touch the skin where I once slit with blade.
You hold me like I'm your precious gem that is so fragile and cannot be touched and not like someone who indures the pain of the world,of life.
But somehow, as I stare at your worried eyes it feels like I'm burdening and bringing you down with my misery.
But what can I do I'm too greedy with your touch,with your love,with your kisses and i know it's a sin that I should avoid to keep your smile.
But you're the only one that keeping mine intact.
