These Hands

it's happening again. everyday a little further.
it's happening again. i need you to lean into me.
let me know you are there. in the dark i must feel like him. i do and it kills me. touch and fear are what he connects. the things i would do to erase all of them.
BASTARDS! who see perfection and try to break it.
BASTARDS! who are too afraid to face themselves. these are my hands. this is my heart. and you are perfect.