Was my passion too much?
Did I devolve into nothing more than the fire that does nothing, but consume what it loves.I thought I shined with the fire of love, yet this love has burned and destroyed the hillsides of my home.
I hadn't yielded the lessons and whispers of the past. Now I jest as the fumes gather. My light is banned, my shine rejected.
They cannot see me, nor I them.
I apologize, all I want is for you to see me once more. To accept my love as you once had. Is that too much? Am I too much?
I apologize. It was never my intention to force you to mourn what I took away, yet now we must mourn the death of what once was.
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Too Much
PoetryA personal poem reflecting on the heartbreak of realizing that someone I cared for, who I thought I lost, was actually alive and well. They had simply chosen to fake their death rather than tell me honestly that they would rather go.
