ur sleeping on the couch

so extra

she was never too much. she laughs like crashing waves and smiles like a forest fire; no emotion is too small. she is living, breathing, she is more alive than you could ever hope to be. she feels each shift in the universe like an earthquake, she has her roots so firmly planted she is watching everything she adores. she dresses like a goddess because she will only let people see her as she wants to be seen. theres a halo glowing in the curls of her hair, you cant love the song but never know the lyrics, she was never too much. you were just too little. you just cant handle the wind in your hair, roll down the window in a car and find yourself struggling to breath while the rest of us scream with exhilaration. she. was. never. too. much.