GROSS GROSS

i dont like it when you touch me

GROSS GROSS

but i like it when you touch me

and i feel

all the hairs standing on end on your skin

and you feel

all my bumps and bruises on my skin

but i dont like it when you do that to me.

the tiniest touch

the smallest brush

disgusts me

GROSS GROSS

"are you okay?"

GROSS GROSS

i hate your smell

the smell of pretty flowers

i hate your face

your face of so much worry

and i pull back

for the tenth time

and my breaths

echo for the last time

and you close your eyes

for the first time

GROSS GROSS

i dont like it when you touch me

GROSS GROSS

but i like it when you touch me