don’t touch me

Touch me.
Don’t.
My heart races
From panic.
I long to reach out.
I can’t.
I won’t let myself.
Heart panics.
You reach out.
I recoil.
You pull back.
My skin tingles
From where we almost
Touched.
Maybe next time.
Probably not.

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