I shave the acres of skin that envelope me
a useless movement only viewed by me
you can't touch my flushed skin nor can I yours
yet I cut away my old being for you
an action you shall never feel nor see
a perfect representation of you and me
my self-sabotaging heart yearns for attention
greedily absorbing any ounce of affection
wanting only what I cannot have
any risk of real connection a dangerous thing
so when I stared at the forbidden
I had never expected the forbidden to stare back