When asked why my emotional moments are always tied with words, I say the same thing I say when someone says a truth about me I did not choose to share myself, "That's not true!"
It is
I then thought about it, why words hurt, heal, or matter in the first place. I think my heart has ears, my head ears have always been bad, lots of doctors have been up in their business, they say they produce too much wax, that they close themselves off voluntarily.. I think that's why my heart grew some of its own. The thing is with ears that far inside, and this is scientifically proven, they over-compensate for the hushed voices with heightened sensitivity... They hear EVERYTHING, the lies in I love you, the self involvement in I miss you, the distinct tone difference between social and caring... They have long robbed me of comfortable lies, they have further robbed me of trusting truth when they hear it.. My heart has been hurt by its ears over and over that bad sounds shatter it because it believes them, good words shatter it because it can't. My head ears have always been bad, lots of doctors have been up in their business, they say they produce too much wax, that they close themselves off voluntarily... Head ears were smart... The heart is comically known to lack smarts, mine adheres to that stereotype like I walk the lines of cages I try to hide in forgetting the spaces between the bars are not sound proof...
It is
I then thought about it, why words hurt, heal, or matter in the first place. I think my heart has ears, my head ears have always been bad, lots of doctors have been up in their business, they say they produce too much wax, that they close themselves off voluntarily.. I think that's why my heart grew some of its own. The thing is with ears that far inside, and this is scientifically proven, they over-compensate for the hushed voices with heightened sensitivity... They hear EVERYTHING, the lies in I love you, the self involvement in I miss you, the distinct tone difference between social and caring... They have long robbed me of comfortable lies, they have further robbed me of trusting truth when they hear it.. My heart has been hurt by its ears over and over that bad sounds shatter it because it believes them, good words shatter it because it can't. My head ears have always been bad, lots of doctors have been up in their business, they say they produce too much wax, that they close themselves off voluntarily... Head ears were smart... The heart is comically known to lack smarts, mine adheres to that stereotype like I walk the lines of cages I try to hide in forgetting the spaces between the bars are not sound proof...
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