The smallest of touches is not enough
A lump in my throat
too large to conquer
My fingers turn sweaty and shaky
the thoughts I killed come back
as ghosts.
Hair dangling away from my face
Falling up
Force of gravity
Hold me, please.
No one else will.
I can't bear this --
it's blunt truth frighteningly
sharp
the words cut into my skin
and I forget everything,
It all dissolves in my hands.
Won't you look me in the eye?
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