This is not a love letter.

I cannot stand lying close to someone,
with as little layers between us, I cannot;
a little closer, and you might hear
my tell-tale heart.

I cannot stand being held that close—
that close, and you might find
what was left of the words
of love carved on my spine.

I cannot stand to feel anyone’s skull
against my cheek—
I cannot
let anyone else

come close.