Pieces of Me
I always thought, being alone was my choice. That I didn’t want or need anyone, to know who I am.
I am realizing, the opposite is true. I am a hyper-sensitive creature. My love and loyalty, knows no bounds, and I crave reciprocation.
Only with time, consistency, and comfort, does my shield begin to dissipate. When my walls come crashing down, I catch feelings quickly, and lose them even quicker.
I am extremely selective, with whom I allow access to my being. To hear me paint a picture of my mind, body, and soul.
So when I give pieces of myself; feelings, hopes, and fears to another; Whether it be, friend, family, or lover, that very act of speaking, becomes the epitome of intimacy.
With my essence lain bare, vulnerable to influence and pain, susceptible to damage;
To allow me to feel both understood and rejected, seen and dismissed; is the ultimate form of punishment and violence.
So rather than open myself up, to voluntarily receive emotional lashings. I continue to walk my path alone.