It Burns.

It burns. And I shower to make it stop but all I can think about is the touch of his skin against mine. Why, why, why does my body ache under the weight of the water? Will I ever feel clean again, the fragile hair on my arm sticks up against the cool night air …

Her Space Holiday.

I used to know this girl. Who gave her love away. To every guy she met. And with all the games they played. She never seemed to cry. She never got upset. And one by one they came. And one by one they left. I thought that I could fix her. If she would let …