Unlearning Touch

I tried to hug her.She stepped away so violently from me that even the winds seemed to halt.
An act as simple as that rewrote gravity, I now orbit a center that's empty.Her hands flew out, not to caress but to shield, little did she know that she was the one who had struck me-the scar of which would outlast my youth.
I couldn't look her in the eye, I never knew if she could. I turned and walked away, my mind reeling, my blood flooding my brain. I prayed for the rain to fall, for the thunder to strike, just so I could have something to overpower the voices in my head. But even that prayer was rejected; at that moment, I knew I would spend the rest of my life dreaming of a universe where an embrace is the last thing I crave. My life has now become an exhibit, a relic of rejection. Unsent letters collect dust on my desk, roses I meant to send are rotting away in my garden of despair. I spend every hour trying to unlearn the feeling of your hands against me, I throw my youth away trying to see her face in everyone that loves me.