Sensitive

Please excuse me if I seem a little insensitive
When the topic turns to love,
I’m no longer one to slip and fall right in
For me to topple it would take a running shove.

Don’t get me wrong.
I’m not saying I could never be in love again;
But there’s a better chance Boy George will go straight
Or James Bond start drinking Tequila shooters instead of gin.

I hope over time I’ll come to forget if not forgive;
I don’t want the remainder of my life to be filled with hate.
Dino said, “Everybody Loves Somebody”. I say, “Hey, live and let live.”
It’s not as if I were demanding the heads of ex-lovers on a plate.

Maybe someday a brave or dopey soul will tap this vein and find it full of love to give.
I haven’t closed the mine but you know- like trodden-on toes-
My heart is a little sensitive.