Everything I Touch Turns To Dust Poem by Hannah Diane Williams

Everything I touch turns to dust,
It turns to fire in my hands,
And the ashes burn my fingertips

I run away before you can hurt me.
I want you to love me,
But I don't want you to get close to me.
I need to be alone,
But I need you to hug me.

I hate that I'm like this,
And I don't want to be this way.
I just want you to understand
That things aren't the same in me
As they were a long time ago.

I'm not sure they ever will be, honestly.
Do you know how bad I wish I could smile again?
Do you know I would kill to laugh again?

You tell me I should tell someone,
But who do I tell when it feels like
The entire world is against me?

You already look at me like I'm fragile.
Perhaps I am,
Because when you look at me like that,
I could collapse into the earth
And never breathe again.