I remember when you touched me.
I screamed.
And I don't know for sure,
but I'm pretty sure you laughed.
You're the reason I carry pepper spray
everywhere I go.
You're the reason
I quit wearing clothes that I liked
for fear of attracting someone I didn't.
You're the reason I lay awake at night
and the reason my heart stops when a man passes me in the store.
Because I can still feel your hands on me.
- and no, it didn't feel good
YOU ARE READING
Butterfly Kisses and Other Miracles
PoetryPoetry about a girl and her thoughts. Poetry about unsaid yet so sorely felt emotion. Poetry. Be gentle. You're holding my heart.
