touch
such a delicate sense
feather like fingers sweeping over my skin
warm and relaxing
fun and simple
a trust buried below the skin
connecting when flesh makes contact
You broke that trust
what You did was so wrong
I said no
just one simple word
two letters
one syllable
no
no
no
please... no
I don't remember how many times I tried to tell You
You just didn't understand
I said no but You wouldn't go
am I not making sense?
is it not clear?
that You're scaring me
that You're hurting me
that I fell for your lies
again
my fault
Your fault
whose fault?
I don't know...
Touch
apt to originally mean so little
and scar the psyche
deep below the surface
