reverse midas touch.

reverse midas touch-
i touch gold and it turns to sand
everything i try to hold comes crumbling down
i watch helplessly as it slips through the fingers of my hands.
these gloves and bandages
can't save me from destroying the things i'm aching to safekeep
don't-
don't touch me, please
loving means losing
and the only thing i am equipped to carry is grief
the only replies i have to affection are apologies;
i wish i knew how to save the ones i love from myself
i wish the memories I've cherished didn't always turn into regrets
but i guess
some of us are born unlucky
some of us are stuck killing the ones we love
only to create sandcastles in their cemeteries
what is love but the birth of a desert where once stood a body
what is love but a murderer's eulogy