The “V” Word

I fear vulnerability.

I hide all of my most sacred thoughts in the part of my brain that keeps me up until 4:00 AM.

I mask my sensitivity and lack of expression with my booming sense of humor.

I insert all that I am willing to offer into a pipet and let it trickle out carefully.

You cannot have all of me. I fear vulnerability.

I would prefer to suffer a thousand years before I let you know how I really felt inside.

I don't even know how to let you know how I feel inside.

A writer at a complete loss of words.

Friendships damaged, relationship broken, heart scathed.

All because I fear vulnerability.