a single touch
is a lighting bolt striking my flesh
it courses through my veins, and i try to push it away.
first it travels downwards forming clouds at my feet
lands in my stomach, not so much a feeling butterflies
more like huge crashing tides
then to my brain so i can process this fear
not a fear of life or death
but a fear of heart or head
this isn’t suppose to happend, im not supposed to feel this way
so i move along and hide my true state
cause its easier to pretend
ill just lie and call you my good friend
so we will stay whatever we are
you want me
if you want it, you must take it all
my heart, my head, and my soul.