Shatter Me // Larry Stylinson
"You can't touch me," I whisper. I'm lying, is what I don't tell him. He can touch me, is what I'll never tell him. Please touch me, is what I want to tell him.
But things happen when people touch me. Strange things. Bad things.
I can't remember the warmth of any kind of embrace. My arms ache from the inescapable ice of isolation. My own mother couldn't hold me in her arms. My father couldn't warm my frozen hands. I live in a world of nothing.
You will forget me.
Larry Stylinson remake of "Shatter me," by Tahereh Mafi