I turned my volume down. Curbed my language. Shifted my priorities. Paused myself. Squeezed into a dress made for a ghost. Who am I now?
You said I offended you even then. Why did you pretend? Or are you pretending now?
Who could love someone so big? So brash? So lonely? So ambitious? So much? There is so much of me. Who could possibly make room for me without modifications? Without trimming the fat of my passions, my humor, my interests, my voice, my attention, my thirst for little droplets of affection? Who could love me without telling me to tone down? Is it dangerous - that I could still grow?
I could swallow the world if it told me I was enough. Just enough. Not too much. The right amount.
I just want to be the right amount.
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"Put me next to another - they've got gadgets and gizmos, all I have is a torso. A box with a pipe and a shutter; it heaves, it swells, and it sighs and it yells."
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