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.