I am too much.

But I won't let that be a crime,I won't let it be a slur,and I sure as hell won't let it be a hammerin my own hand, free falling with full force on my heart.No.I am too much.I give too much.I want closeness too much.I love too much.I care too much.I feel too much. I cherish too much.I hope too much.Did I mention that I love too much?If it scares you away then maybe that's for the best.Maybe your chest isn't built like a beehive, like mine,with every cell, the essence of every moment rich and full.In this metaphor, I give you honey and you might have a sour tongue.If so,then leave, as early as you can. I'm not a citrus tree,and there's someone out there with a sweet tooth who's been looking for me.Make space for those who want what I have to give,because giving less is not an option.It never really was.