bear with me

The touch

The touch

I see others that look me in the eye
Then touch I refrain from as it carried
The being and feeling that I hated
I am teen but look at me almost nothing but
A touching machine that everyone rejoices
With a single touch I understand who I am to them
Understandable to me others remain far while I remain thinking about the touch

I am happy that I am unique and I am proud that I am unique
Is it wrong to be one?
People mock me and address me different vial names
I don't take the mock but it hurts they touch
And ask how I feel what to say I wonder
Should I tell them they are wrong or just?
Or I Rather Collapse on my own despair of darkness
I thought about this on my way home
A touch pulled me
And slapped me to shatter the core
I was too weak or he was too strong
I don't seek to ask
He touched me with everything till the morning
Had come to pass
I was a gay and tell me whether I am wrong
I had questioned it
Each day before that day
Today I am with an answer
They were wrong and I was the right

Look at me they all say that to me
What is so special about me that I am to see?
I am beautiful aren't all of them too
The indifference is too deep to fill in their minds
Still he smiles as if I didn't mind
He was my friend apparently the only friend that I find
He touches my arm flings me to stair asks me
To climb
His excitement about the kites never ceases to surprise

I and him we were kids brother and sister was our bonding name
He was handsome and I was cute
Both of us touched each other with love and affection
Remarks of us were always about our nose
We went that day to play in the park
Mother left me and him to let
Our joy spark
However a man was there with different intention
He looked at my brother
With an unknown desire that I went pale
He touched him everywhere that I wasn't allowed to
Rage flooded me as my brother was red with pain
I went to pinched him
Arm or leg didn't matter
He slapped me and my brother to clear his aim
He went inside me and blood only came out
Of me and him
To this day he sees nightmares
And till this day I weep on his shoulder
That makes me face the days ahead

I was not myself today I took the long path
Strange but it felt too evil and good
I walked and nothing but thoughts only had their Say
Something came and touched me and made me smell
The scent lost its essence as collapsed on the side

Fear isn't the thing that came to my mind
For everything there is second time
The smell was strong and sleep was long
He threw me on station with limited clothing to wear
Shame that was an accessory of women
No longer bothered me as everything
With or without clothes they all see
As I knew is the hole in me
I was tired and perplexed

Wished for sleep but can't get any
As entered the home
My husband touched my back in surprise
He wasn't lusty but his eyes had passion
That touched through my body
I collapsed in love with him
As It came only thing to my mind

- reva

(a kind being of a cruel world)

Sorry for the bold words that I use

It is the passion that wrote

And the experience that spoke

With understanding that it gave essence

Please mark my words

If possible hang on to them

For my words twist your thoughts

And tweeze your opinion

To let you see the better you

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