how sweet and gentle

you once were to me

you held me in your kind ways

gently caressing my bare flesh

what a gorgeous sensation

your smell

like watermelon, but not quite

a crisp aroma unique to only you

your touch

a thousand gentle pokes from your gentle blades

The loveliest stab wounds

your sound

a symphony of wind flowing through you

making simple perfection of noise

your taste

like lemon and something else indescribable

to be honest i never really ate you

your look

a gorgeous emerald if there was enough water

a strong but rather pointy brown if there was not

i loved all of these things about you

but now when i am with you

i redden and itch

an invasion of angry pink bumps on my hands and legs

only areas where we once used to be able to hold one another

such joy and delight

stolen from me progressively over time

how i miss being with you

you are the breakup i never wanted

i wanted to hold on

but your gentle grasp would have slowly destroyed my skin

maybe your hold was worth it

the pain and scratch

were nothing but paper tigers

compared to the loss of you