A penetrable soul is a blessing and a curse
When you’re prone to feeling deeply.
Emotions escape to either end of the spectrum
As though no space holds them apart.
By this manner I need only trifles
To steal the breath from my lungs.
I’m captured by fractions of details
That no one else perceives.
But if my mind falls prey to wonder —
If I peer one inch too closely —
The scale may tip in opposition
To my weak impressionable heart.
I’ll catch your slightest stutter and
Reason what words you held back.
I’ll watch your gaze drop and
Figure there’s somewhere better to look.
Some days I ask for the price of ignorance
But never can I afford it.
I’m flattened between black and white —
Two walls that will never touch.