I Wrote This For You.

from the moment we met you knew I was fragile, scared, incapable of
love
I begged myself to stay away from you, I didn't want to open a freshly healed wound
my love for you was painful and beautiful..passion, with a fire so bright we'd set the
world ablaze.

please tell me- was it the constant need to be touched (gently) that pushed you away?
was it because I needed to hear your voice tell me things I didn't believe in anymore..
did I kiss you too much? were you tired of wiping my tears?

Our last conversation keeps replaying in my mind like a song I'm tired of listening to on the radio.
The times we've touched, your fingers left tattoos all over my body that only I can see- four different men touched me in one week but the ink of your touch cannot be masked.