My eyes don't always open,
Afraid of finding feelings that lie,
Of my insides bursting from fractured skin,
Reaching far too high.
Maybe I should cover my ears instead,
"Too much," they hear every time I speak,
But speak I must or I'm afraid I'll forget that feelings lie,
That I wasn't weak.
"Too much," the words linger in an ill-timed loop.
You laughed too loud,
You poked too hard,
You looked too long,
"Too much,"
And it repeats again.
I open my eyes and hesitate to stare,
But I look back anyway,
Skin sore and bare,
Because the loop will not stray.
"Too much," will follow with a smile that's wrong,
And it'll invite me to its dance,
And I'll pretend that I never fell victim to its song,
Because maybe then I'll find another chance.
Another chance where I don't feel wrong,
Another chance where it doesn't feel like I hurt everything loved,
Another chance where I feel strong,
Another chance where I don't dare the unloved.
I'll remember that just because my skin burned,
Doesn't mean that theirs did too,
That every sting I run from,
Was always two:
Me and You.
I was never alone in my burning,
That skin wasn't the fire,
That you were still there,
That I was the one who made it dire.
Maybe all I needed was a little more faith,
Something more than a wraith,
Because maybe I was never too much to touch.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:23 PM UTC
My eyes don't always open,
Afraid of finding feelings that lie,
Of my insides bursting from fractured skin,
Reaching far too high.
Maybe I should cover my ears instead,
"Too much," they hear every time I speak,
But speak I must or I'm afraid I'll forget that feelings lie,
That I wasn't weak.
"Too much," the words linger in an ill-timed loop.
You laughed too loud,
You poked too hard,
You looked too long,
"Too much,"
And it repeats again.
I open my eyes and hesitate to stare,
But I look back anyway,
Skin sore and bare,
Because the loop will not stray.
"Too much," will follow with a smile that's wrong,
And it'll invite me to its dance,
And I'll pretend that I never fell victim to its song,
Because maybe then I'll find another chance.
Another chance where I don't feel wrong,
Another chance where it doesn't feel like I hurt everything loved,
Another chance where I feel strong,
Another chance where I don't dare the unloved.
I'll remember that just because my skin burned,
Doesn't mean that theirs did too,
That every sting I run from,
Was always two:
Me and You.
I was never alone in my burning,
That skin wasn't the fire,
That you were still there,
That I was the one who made it dire.
Maybe all I needed was a little more faith,
Something more than a wraith,
Because maybe I was never too much to touch.
