I stood in front of my mirror, naked and vulnerable
I traced my fingers on my skin
And muttered to myself...
'He touched me, here...'.
Here... Here... Here...
'He put his hands, here...'
Here... Here... Here...
'He rested his head, here...'
Here... Here...
Here...
My skin became a map of invisible lines
And yet, the one place he touched me the most
My bare hands couldn't reach
And it's breaking...
=TheUnintended=
5 August 2016
