The Idea Of Me

Being in love with a too-much person is not something to take lightly. 

We are big. 

We are loud. 

We are bold. 

The rough exterior sounds exciting. 

The roar we carry moves mountains.

The movements we make feels adventurous. 

But too-much people are too much for most others. 

We do everything too-much. 

While we blaze too much we also cry too much. 

While we make moves too-much, we feel pain too much.

While we win too-much, we feel loss too much. 

We are too much in all the ways. 

Our too-much tears become rivers and people float away. 

Our too-much passion becomes blazing fires that are too hot for most to touch. 

Our too-much love becomes heavy and sinks as people slink off into the distance.  

Too-much people are too much for most others. 

Containing all the much-ness means our containers overflow, our walls crumble, and our duct taped emotional tapestries shred. 

And then we’re too-much, all alone. 

Again. 

When we close our too-much selves back up, seal up the waterworks, shore up our edges, and sharpen our tongues again, people see the sparkle that they want from us.  

They want to get close. 

But they don’t want that too-much burn that it feels to be near us. 

Without even imagining the too-much burn that it feels to be us.