I'D TRADE SENSITIVITY FOR INSENSITIVITY

A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS - THE SERIES.


Once more, ere sunset shows up, 
to the waterside I find my way, 
my quarry, after whom I sought, 
deep in thought, as usual, with bloodshot eyes, 
shaking my head, I poke hers
"Penny for your thoughts?", my voice rings out.

I turn to meet his eyes, my lips holding back a quiver,
Hiding was useless my eyes betrayed me,
The beautiful white and black sparkled with scarlet,
I promise I didn't cry, my heart has no condo for tears.
"Today's thoughts worths less a penny,
I'm just wrapped up in my emotions,
The roller-coaster is here again,
Immunity worn down by the one thing I fear,
The virus, cursed feelings", I spout.

As always, I listen, 
as she pours out her heart. 
She regales me with these tales, then stops. 
I resist the urge to shalaye at this point.
"Go on", I prod.

"I'm not mad or anything,
I just ponder how to make it stop,
Vamps turn off their humanity,
Boys learn to care less,
Some girl learn to be the hunter not the hunted.
But no! Like fish out of water, 
I'm gasping for breath at every
Ignored text,
Cold reply,
Hint of an argument.
I've begun to lay my happiness on others,
Choking them with a hand so tight,
I fear they'll run to the hills.
A cure please I beseech you!
For this ache that has me tossing and turning.
I promise it's not a sad story it's a cry for help.
Be it the humanity switch,
The icy heart,
Heal my wounds,
Relieve me of a cross,
My sensitivity."

She's poured it all out, 
wishing for an answer
to these worries that plague her heart. 
I sigh and speak:
"Happiness is sought for by he who wants it,
not based upon the reactions of others towards oneself. 
A cure, you ask? 
Look within yourself,
the cure to this plague lies next to it.
It's normal for things to be out of place, 
and for you to feel upset by it".

As usual, he doesn't seem to change me.
I glance at him again,
This time I'm sure the scarlet is gone.
For I'm done waiting around,
A girl on a mission.
The sun has set and with that feelings of being upset.
Till the Moro Bukunmi,
I'll keep my thoughts fresh for you.

©6ukunmi
© Natasha.

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