Where art thou?

You are so damaged. He gave you flowers and you refused to touch them because you believed they would wilt and die. He tried to hold your hand and you pulled away in fear that the spaces between your fingers won’t fit perfectly in his. He touched your shoulders and you flinched because you thought that the electricity of his fingertips will reopen the scars on your body. He looked into your eyes and you looked away because you were determined that the illumination of his eyes would fade due to the darkness in yours. He gave you the world and you pushed him away because you knew that it would slip away from your trembling hands and become as broken as you are. You are so damaged that when someone gives you what you deserve, you don’t know how to react.