THERAPY SESSION

eight » s e n s i t i v e

it's like
you touch me
barely
with your pinky

and my skeleton
falls apart
skin to bone
ash to ashes
dust to dust

like a dried flower
crumbles
the leaves tumbling down
as soon as a breeze blows over it

leaves seem like tears
the flower is crying
i'm crying.

why am i so sensitive?
when all that happens is
a little air
almost nothing
touching my eyes

why doesn't it seem like
almost nothing?
it weighs more than a thousand tons
on my shoulders
too much to carry alone

yet i'm leaving you behind
and shut you out
too selfish
too self-ish

why am i so heavy today?