Jan 2021
becoming close to another is
my slow death
every touch is a sip
of poison's foul breath
baring my heart
is an unbearable pain
which only by distance
does its excruciation wane
my slow death
every touch is a sip
of poison's foul breath
baring my heart
is an unbearable pain
which only by distance
does its excruciation wane
getting close to people is painful
