when love reaches for me

Photo by Nadine Shaabana on Unsplash

when love reaches for me, i ask it not to;

“please hold onto someone who is not me.”

crabs left the sand and made a home

out of my hands, so all i know about

touch is pinched nerves.

i wish i could sidestep my way

outside of my body and evade the chimera

in my head, but instead, i latch

onto every word you

have ever said.

do you know how to heal

if you cannot recall the hurting?

i can tell anyone what happened

but when i reach out, they ask me

not to; “please hold onto someone

who is not me.”

☼