I ain't oversensitive my Love.

I’m not overly sensitive, I just give a damn.
 

I’ll feel those “harmless jokes” in the pit of my stomach. I will cry until I can’t breathe whenever we fight because I cannot handle the way you look at me when you’re mad. I’ll see problems where they don’t exist; I’ll deeply feel the miles between us when you turn over to sleep at night.
 

I will forgive but never forget, I don’t know how to. Why am I like this?

Well, love.. I am made of fire - I am wild and a little out of control and sometimes I burn so fiercely, it pushes people away. But only because I hold so much of life’s disappointments inside me, only because I care too much, I feel too much and I want that to be my strength, not my weakness.
 

I care if you dislike a part of who I am – even if that part is selfish or impatient or too much, I want you to love it. I care if we fight and I hurt you – I’ll try to fix it. I will try to be better, I’ll go over and over it until I am able. I'll try to be the best of the version you have ever loved. But how do I give up being me? I can not.
 

I’ll be stung if your comments hit too close to that place which is not enough and I will forever wish I could be perfect. I am only human- someone who has been ridiculed for too much of my life, who has loved fiercely, chased her dreams recklessly and failed more than she would care to admit.
 

So maybe I do become poisonous when someone hits a nerve, maybe I shed too many tears over life’s disappointments and pain.
But I do not wish to be a disappointment, I wish to be just different. I do not wish to build a wall around my heart, to stop feeling everything so intensely because you feel it is too much. But that is the only way that makes sense to me; to dive right in, to be vulnerable and raw and honest. To open myself up to everything this world has to offer, even if it’s scary as hell, even if I regret it or curse my stars. But I know i am made for better and tougher things. That's me.
 

So do not call me “overly sensitive” when I cry during an argument or when I become overwhelmed by life’s hurdles. Do not mock me for wearing my heart on my sleeve or worrying and stressing over problems I cannot solve.
Because I am not overly sensitive, I just give a damn. Also because the people who give a damn or wear their heart on their sleeves are my kind people, my favorite. They are the best. They are refreshing. They give me hope. To be sensitive and give a damn.