All or nothing

some days

I feel

everything—

the world

too loud

my heart

too soft

and

every glance

cuts

like glass

other days

I feel

nothing—

not the rain

on my skin

not the love

in their eyes

not even

the echo

of my own name

it’s either

a flood

or a desert—

no grey

just

black or white

love or hate

drowning

or

bone dry

and either way

I can’t breathe.

— a girl who feels too much