Word spits

Do you think that it is considered plain stupidity? to pour yourself into the people you love? desperately wanting to be held and heard so that you don't become this overflowingly emotional individual who can burst at any sudden moment? 

Is it stupid that you want to share your emotions for them to make some kind of sense when they are just too heavy to hold?

But do you realise that it's the reason you've been hurt every single damn time, dropped down to tears on your knees, begging yourself to stop pouring and start filling. 

Does it make any sense? to not share emotions and only share memories?..

Do you become less of a complete person if you share your feelings and they get filled in the wrong vase of a human? or is it actually brave to talk about hurt and love and lust and life until your smile cracks and your cheeks hurt? 

At least maybe the feeling of sharing means caring and not so much as a future self-scaring of potentials and revenge and all the ugly in the world.

We only need a place to feel safe even when we are dark and the good-side of the moon has been hiding for ages. We need to feel heard and loved and to simply not regret the word spits we say; as if a virus will come-out of this unraveling and self nakedness.

It's scary pouring into people who are shaped unknowingly as the wrong cups.. It is then just one more potential ball in beer-pong ready to hit us at any given second, with a bump taken to our heads counting as a win to theirs.