Hands...

This pair of hands has held many others
but wasn’t able to hold anyone for long.

My hand goes weak
and I can’t seem to firmly grab yours in return now like I used to.

There seems to be a burning sting that lingers
that even when you hold my hand,
doubts starts forming and past hurts building.

I feel more comfortable to leave a gap in between,
so that I will not get too connected with you.

I don’t want any more emotional attachment with anyone.

Can you do me a favor?
I guess no way I can ever look back,
with thoughts running in my head.

Just don’t keep me update.
Just let me move on with a clear head.
Just don’t ever hold this hand of mine,
which is already wrinkled and full of pain.

So get on with your aimless life and stop entangles and messes up mine.

Let me break free from your crutches. I wanna to be freeeeeeeeed.