The Girl With Too Much Passion

Once upon a time you were the girl with too much passion. 

You tried your very hardest to be in love with the world,

and it made you beautiful. 

But you lost that person to love,

To late nights and warm lights,

To the feeling of her breath against your face,

And the promise in her smile,

The pure exuberance of her face pressed to yours.

You have never known anyone with a bigger smile, 

a more enthralling laugh. 

The girl with too much passion was a lonely girl.

She had all the room in the world to fill.

When she fell in love she didn't need to fill the world herself.

It was already full.

And she forgot. 

But the other side of loving is losing.

She is not naive enough to believe things last indefinitely,

and she knew what she bargained for. 

But now she's trying to remember all her passion,

and how it fit inside her body. 

Maybe it doesn't, and that

was what made her iridescent. 

Maybe one day

I will be that girl again.