I am hard to love.
I am fire and impulse and passion and
running into the unknown.
Pushing and shoving and demanding and wrecking the status quo
and slicing the curtains open and sometimes maybe too much emotion.
Even I get sick of the emotion.
Even I want a vacation from myself.
I am exhausting.
I should come with a warning label.
I am dramatic.
Attention-seeking.
I am too much.
I just need to calm down.
But I am fire.
And I am air. And earth. And water.
And I refuse to make myself small for you.
I refuse to crumble.
I am dramatic and I love myself.
I won’t apologize anymore.
I love this life and I will live it fully.
Passionately and with intention.
With every fiber of my being.
Either level up or move on.
Do not stand in the doorway of my life.
Decide.
It’s up to you. I’m fine either way.
Don’t just stand in between, blocking the way.
Are you in, or are you out?
Because I am not easy to love.
But I am worth it.
