False consensus effect strikes again.
I'm not afraid of your touch. Fear has no position on the playing field.
you recoil, my body like a stovetop to the touch.
I want to melt away the pain in your eyes, but your tears have a head start, dousing the flame that only shown for me.
I want to explain, but the beginning has left no trace.
For some, affection is like a casual Friday.
comfortable. a t-shirt and a pair of familair blue jeans.
I wish I could give you casual Friday affection.
The plague of worthlessness covers my body like leprosy.
A disease of the mind.
How do you teach a girl to love if she never has received it.