(A/N: A poem about a cloud that always seems to follow me around.)

I have the Midas Touch

I used to wonder why there was no happiness in my life,

And why all those around me, were crying,

I wondered why I’d never fallen in love

And why those who I cared for, were dying.

And then a day not so long ago, I realised it was me;

I cause all this pain, this trouble and strife,

For my touch is so deadly,

I have a touch that causes pain for life.

The Midas Touch I know it as;

Those who come near me lose all,

So stay away, I don’t deserve your love

I’ve warned you baby, I don’t want you to fall.

It’s a curse so horrifying; it terrifies me

And my skin crawls at the thought of it hurting you,

So stay away, I’ll die alone

I don’t want it to kill you too.

Keep well away, I’m not worthy of your love

I can watch you from afar I guess,

Even though it’ll kill me not to feel you touch my skin

I don’t want you to feel this distress.

And when you finally hear that I’ve died alone

I never want to hear that you cried,

I never deserved your love, never mind your tears

And I’ll be happy that I finally died.

If only to be rid of this horrid curse

If it means I’ll stop hurting you this way,

If only to lose my Midas Touch,

I’ll kill myself today.

-Carrie