#oversensitive

My nipples are EXTREMELY sensitive! They get over sensitized and rub against my shirt. Sometimes I don’t wear bras just so I can feel them brush against my shirts or sheets and it really turns me on.

From my personal experience as a Hypersensitive person (HSP), It often feels like our emotions have the fragility of bubbles & burst as they please. Suddenly any light feelings of whimsy are submerged by our unwelcomed tears by the smallest disturbance.

❝It not a big deal,❞ is the common census of outsiders looking in, which I as an HSP can acknowledge but at that moment, my tear ducts and rationale, contradict, in an exhausting manner, vouching for otherwise.

Yes, it's probably not a big deal, Yes, I realize that I can care too much about things as well as how much of a cry baby I can be. However, it's not as though we will our tears to come into existence & that we always want to cry.

So with that being said, thank you to those who handle our bubbles with gentleness, patience & understanding.

And as for fellow HSP's, thank you for being here & for your empathy, caring for others in a world that often could care less, regaurdless of how it may choose to diminish you for it.

ι ʅσʋҽ ყσυ ɱყ Ⴆҽʅσʋҽԃ αυԃιҽɳƈҽ & ԋαρρყ ƚԋαɳƙʂɠιʋιɳɠ & ƚԋαɳƙʂ ϝσɾ ʅιʂƚҽɳιɳɠ 🫧🍁🍂,

Fragile like a porcelain cup,

One fall breaks my heart,

Bruises people that are around.

Fragile like a thin glass

Little collision bruises my skin

Small fall shtatters me into tiny pieces.

Any other around is tougher

Doesn't break with one mistreating

Maybe there's a problem in me.

Maybe i need fixing.

High temperatures melt me,

Break me, ruin me, hurt me.

I patch up the wounds myself-

There is no one around to care.

I put the pieces together after every fall,

I glue them back and continue my duty.

Then i slowly break when it's dark and no one's with me.

Every little thing

Every little fall,

I break.

Over

And

Over

Again.

Please glue the pieces of me back,

Please carry me gently,

Don't let me feel this