Is there something wrong in wanting to hold hands but you don’t want to?
The way you fling your hands away from mine
The way you wipe it off like it’s been made filthy with grime

How bad I wanna talk to you, but you don’t want to
How I hope you’ll see me next to you, but you don’t seem to
…The way you choose not to

You’re like a beautiful touch me not
Closing away at the slightest touch…my touch
I only wish I could describe it as shying away, but I know you’re not