I am too much of everything
and somehow
not enough of anything.
I sleep too late,
put too much sugar in my coffee,
have too many shoes,
say too many things,
and hold on for much too long.
I am a mixture of the things I want and need,
the things that mean nothing and everything.
I am passionate about many unimportant things
and woefully apathetic about the issues that truly matter.
I fall in love 3 times a day
and often forget to brush my hair.
I am too loud
and I talk too much
and I have too many opinions about things
I know nothing about.
I romanticize people and books,
foreign countries and fictional characters
to the point where they may all be
figments of my imagination.
I am entirely made up
of quotes and song lyrics,
2am phone calls and long lost dust jackets
from books I know better
than my own soul.
I do not know answers
to questions like
where,
or when,
or how,
but I know
with some certainty,
that I am too much for you.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
I am too much of everything
and somehow
not enough of anything.
I sleep too late,
put too much sugar in my coffee,
have too many shoes,
say too many things,
and hold on for much too long.
I am a mixture of the things I want and need,
the things that mean nothing and everything.
I am passionate about many unimportant things
and woefully apathetic about the issues that truly matter.
I fall in love 3 times a day
and often forget to brush my hair.
I am too loud
and I talk too much
and I have too many opinions about things
I know nothing about.
I romanticize people and books,
foreign countries and fictional characters
to the point where they may all be
figments of my imagination.
I am entirely made up
of quotes and song lyrics,
2am phone calls and long lost dust jackets
from books I know better
than my own soul.
I do not know answers
to questions like
where,
or when,
or how,
but I know
with some certainty,
that I am too much for you.
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