Reason

How do I tell you I can’t stomach being touched. Not because I have some awful past, just because… just because my body shakes, my head quivers, and my soul screams. I’m still afraid you’ll wake up and decide that I’m not the one for you. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m capable of love. My doubt comes from your words. I’m emeralds and gold, roses and love letters. I’m not smart. I’m not good at anything other than being pretty. That’s why I don’t want you to touch me… why I turn away, and cry every night.