The Letter By The Bed Says
I can find another smile to dive in.
I don’t need to just survive,
I should be thriving.
I’ve got so much to give,
and you name it ‘too much’.
You were there, to catch my flying kisses,
To partner in our flying gymnastics.
My too much is now static.
And, you’re chilled out, like that’s
how its supposed to be.
Well, I don’t feel like being
I’m not perfect.
and neither are you.
But I don’t see the point, if we
don’t make make each other more.
So, Once Upon A Time, I may have called you
But you left me in an empty cage.
Chained down while you roamed.
I’d never felt
It may just be time for me
All of my “Too much”
On my own.