Post Traumatic Tress Disorder

You can touch everything, not that. You can grab me, anywhere. Not there. We can do that anytime you want, not yet. She being brand new..to what she likes... She gets uncomfortable easily, when the bad feeling strikes.. A feeling she knows well... This feeling has been grown like a weed, a spikey tree wrapped all around her body... I've touched her every way she wanted, never otherwise...I know when I have grabbed her spikes... She has this look on her face, and in her eyes.. She tries to love my hands, because she knows I am not like any other guy..but all hands are so alike..fingers poke, grips tight, all bring pain, all the same. She is not to blame Trust takes time  I will give every second needed directly to her. I will make sure that, those memories are no longer black clouds, instead I will make them a blur. Call me maintenance, a gardener...I will take care of your spikes, your dislikes...I will water your memories, your trauma is never going away stuck, here to stay...well so I am...never lose your past, just trust me to run with you...we share pain, the stain, the mark of the damaged, lost and never to be found, the insane....