I caress your body with my fingertips
and with each glide
burns like rubber.
Why does it hurt?
Why does it hurt to love you?
Love is supposed to be beautiful and not toxic
But I got too many skeletons in the dusty, pitch, black corner of my room
Each one being a flaw of mine
But you were scared of the dark.
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