touch.

parallel

parallel (oct 13 2014)

they say that

parallel lines are

sad; because they

will never meet.

they can never

experience how someone

can only touch you

once,

leave forever,

their fingernails

raking angry red lines

on your innocent

cheeks. maybe it’s not

sad, after all

if i never met you

then it wouldn’t hurt

so much.

but we were lines that

crossed, you reached

out to touch my face

just once, and

one touch was all you

needed, and

i wish

i was parallel.