Well intentioned little words, uttered at the wrong moments, tear down my defenses. The earth has shaken, and the ground rumbles. Cracks spread along the foundation of my castle. Inside my shelter, with jaws clenched, fist balled, I stand quivering at my knees. Brace for the impact, I say to myself, because ready or not, here comes the big wave aimed to uplift me out of my poor state. If I'm not careful, from the top of the crest, lips that mutter with love will pull me under the current. Before I know it, I will again be that ugly little girl with tears in her eyes, but too eager to please, too easily resentful, and too proud to cry.
Eat more. Eat less. Smile more. Frown less. Lay back. Lean forward. How about holding this, and squeezing that? Hit the gym. Eight glasses of water a day. Don't forget Vitamin C. Your accent is wrong. Choice of words is not exactly right. I'm telling you because I love you.
Too many voices swirl around me. Too many requests and loving advice are hurled toward me. Is there such a thing as too much of a good thing? Love should come with warnings, perhaps. Take one tablet twice daily. No more or no less. Take it with plenty of liquid, never on an empty stomach. Cushion all the love with lots and lots of fluffy stuff. Turn a deaf ear at times to all those lovely We mean well.
I wanted love and attention, didn't I? Now, silence has been broken. Am I ready, really?...üä
Eat more. Eat less. Smile more. Frown less. Lay back. Lean forward. How about holding this, and squeezing that? Hit the gym. Eight glasses of water a day. Don't forget Vitamin C. Your accent is wrong. Choice of words is not exactly right. I'm telling you because I love you.
Too many voices swirl around me. Too many requests and loving advice are hurled toward me. Is there such a thing as too much of a good thing? Love should come with warnings, perhaps. Take one tablet twice daily. No more or no less. Take it with plenty of liquid, never on an empty stomach. Cushion all the love with lots and lots of fluffy stuff. Turn a deaf ear at times to all those lovely We mean well.
I wanted love and attention, didn't I? Now, silence has been broken. Am I ready, really?...üä
***4/21/2010
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