I pinched my fingers
Formed calluses on the softer parts of my thumbs
Like you did on my lips once
I felt the lack of touch in the soles of my palms
Like hip bones just wanting to feel anything other than clothing
I've watched as my hands have trembled
Like the shakiness in a voice of denial
I've seen my hands wrinkle with time, soften with touch
I watched them grow
While they grew into the hands you didn't care of much
My hands were once red and yours blue
You touched mine and realized purple just wasn't meant for you

I stopped pinching my fingers
After realizing I shouldn't wait for a love that just lingers
But for a man that doesn't make me want to pinch my fingers