Don't Touch Me

Don't touch me.
Please.
And please stop staring.
I don't like when people look at me.
 
It isn't personal to you.
It's personal to me.
I feel dirty.
I'm the shameful one.
I don't want to touch you.
I don't want to like it.
It isn't right to like it.
 
I love you, I do,
But sometimes I think I shouldn't.
Please, don't get too close.
I want my space.
Please stop.
Don't you get it?
I'm not allowed to enjoy this.
 
I don't mind seeing you,
But please don't see me.
 
They tell me this is natural;
That it is all okay.
They tell me God wants us to feel this
When our soulmate intertwines in our life--
That He created this passion in His Divine Plan.
 
I know, I know you agree with them.
I don't.
I can't.
Will it be different in time?
I know there's no rush.
Thank you.
But, please--
Don't even touch me.
This isn't a joke.
They'll think less of me.
I'll think less of me.
I do think less of me.
Not you.
I don't think less of you.
 
God didn't want me to feel bad about love.
Of that I now am certain.
But someone else did.