There is nothing as tender as a grandmother's touch,
but to me it is as if I am being burned by fiery coals.
My parents embrace me to say hello, goodbye or see you soon,
but to me, a simple words are more then enough.
The touch, whether romantic or hateful or not with any explanation at all,
stays with me for days, weeks, months, years even.
I think of the people who touched me and I cringe,
I think and I wonder why I am so opposed to affections.
But then I remember,
I am not like the others.
For I,
I am addicted to the feeling of feeling pure and clean.