Je ne sais quoi
He was not aware
That his perfect touch
Made me speak languages
Different
Unknown
Or even unheard of
Never sorry that I saw him
Pulled towards his chest
To lean into, press into his muscles
When he left
I became completely uninhabited
Lacking something I needed
I felt damaged
So bad I no longer existed
His touch
The only reduction
Of these dangerous tensions I feel
Now I have an abnormal fear
Being alone tightens my throat
I cannot breathe without pain
His touch…
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