Too much


I am too much
you can’t handle me
you can’t handle
my storms.
you want sunny days
when I want the rain.
you want the roses,
but I’d rather pick the dandelions.
they’re a lot like me.
you want me dressed up
when I’d rather be dressed down.
you just can’t quite handle me.
I am a quiet storm
that pushes in
and grows loud
and violent,
winds howling,
skies crying.
and I stay as long as I can
then look for the next place to go.

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