treat me wrong

and help me a little.

10/9/2018

touch

never burned this bad

until I was

shot by the realization

of feeling like I yearn for you.

touch was never this innocent

until I felt your fingertips

graze against the surface of my skin.

This is not a confession;

but a cry for help.

that your hands turn cold

so I don't have to feel the warmth-

awaken my frozen soul.

that you leave as soon as you can,

so I don't have to break

each day

knowing forever won't be on our side.

that you don't hear the words vocalize from

my mouth

when I expose

my heart, bare

from the murmuring of my lips.

please treat me carelessly,

don't let me fall.

for I find myself slipping

slowly,

into the vortex of unrequited

romance.