Is this how I am supposed to live from now on
Question every act of kindness
Doubt every single word of tenderness
Fearful of slippery gestures,
Nervous touches,
Nothingness stating into my eyes.
I'm kind of resentful of all the lessons life has been throwing me
That I have accepted like a pitiful dog.
My skin hasn't thickened
"Sensitive" she said with a surprised look
And I burst into tears.
A sensitive flower waiting to bloom
