everything i touch 
ends up ruined.
everyone i meet 
ends up hurt. 
so maybe it's a blessing 
that i've never felt the smooth
surface of your skin
or uttered a word 
to your beautiful face
because i would never risk
seeing you hurt. 
but even if i did hurt you, 
i know you wouldn't be ruined
because you can't ruin perfection.
thank you for keeping me
afloat for so long,
but some of us just 
have to sink.
and some of us sink
sooner than others.