i don’t like it when you touch me
when i feel you so much my mind goes blank
i want you so much it consumes me
i want you to consume me completely
i want to feel you completely
but I’m terrified of your love
of your touch because i know
i know that if you look at me
i’ll fall apart and i know that if
you touch me, i’ll become a disgusting
pleasure-monster and i know if you
love me i’ll forget who i am
i’ll become whatever you are,
whatever you want me to be
that i’ll do anything for your love
you’ll see that there’s nothing inside
and then i’ll die because i don’t want
you to see and i don’t want to see either
but if you leave I’ll die too
so what should I do
This story is the last of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”. Thank you for having read them