“Too much”


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The other day I was dropped off on a corner

Told my being was ‘too much’ 

Even my waves of love.. ‘too much’

By the man who loves me


I deplete him

He said

I was hurt, naturally

And the hardest part 

is that I understand

If I were him I would be tired too

Hell I am tired

I am expansive

in expression

in fluctuation

I feel it all

I express it all

I need to rest from it all


I remain insistant

That I love my intensity

And feelings

I love me

Just the way I am

Can we say I keep things interesting?