Sometimes,
the flowers grow too
fast inside me for those
around me.
The fire burns so bright,
that I blind them.
I don’t mean to love so much.
I never mean to give you
everything I have.
Sometimes, I do.
They tell me they can’t give
everything,
and will never give as much as
me.
I tell them that’s okay,
because I never expect anything
from anyone.
Maybe that’s where I go wrong.
I never ask him to give me
the Sun because it is impossible
to reach,
but naming me a star,
that is a possibility.
Maybe that’s why I get hurt.
I lower myself because,
to me,
he is the best I’ll ever have,
so why would I demand something
from someone who gives me enough
by breathing?
I never want to scare them away.
Sometimes,
I love too hard,
and I hope they’ll love me the same,
but they never do.
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