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September 10, 2006
Sensitive
Can't sleep tonight
Thinking about the last time
We spoke
It was the first time you cursed at me
It sliced me right in half, fileted me
like a piece of fish
"You're so sensitive; so emotional, baby don't take life so
seriously, deliberately (I don't)
Trying to pretend that I don't hear you, pretending you aren't in front of me
In my way (Get out!)
I've never been good at hiding. Someone always finds me, before I want to be found.
Before I need to be found.
Just listen to me.
Take me seriously.
The lesson was hard, but I learned it the way it was meant to be learned. Some call it fate, or destiny. I call it God loving me.
I'll tell you why
I must be so sensitive and so emotional
Cynical even
That way I can turn my pain into something laughable
It's only real if I want it to be.
Life goes on. Thank God.
Posted by renee at September 10, 2006 4:11 PM