Sensitivity

Every step she takes rocks her world. A butterfly is a dragon. Life is a beast that must be slain. It rips her heart apart with its cruel fangs Leaving a red raw wound. The pain is so immense that she can hardly stand Every touch is a branding. It burns a mark on her heart that cannot be erased. She cares too much. She would crawl through hell She would bang on the gates of heaven for those she loves. But love means pain. Love is the brand that marks her heart. Life shreds, love burns but existence without them would be empty. So the pain is a gift.