| writing that puts story first

I saw a man, I saw a girl.
She looked at him, and he at her.
She reached for his hand, but he slipped away.
“I love you, this is true
Every ounce of my being, through and through.
But you’re just so perfect, I don’t know what I’d do.
Any time you touched me, I’d just be ruining you.
And so I just say: No. No. No.
Once to your offer – to take your hand.
Once to myself – that I know what I’m doing.
Once to my conscience – for I could not live
      with me, ruining you.