I get over excited and I push you too hard.
I get over excited, laughing and crying, coming down from the rise harder on you than the last.
You don’t see it.
You’ve reached the most real part of me.
I didn’t mean to get over excited, overzealous as I could be, jumping on my bed, tossing precautions a backwards wave, weaving in and out of traffic, mind switching around.
I try to give you a glimpse into me.
It’s harder, you see to make others understand.
I don’t love when I hurt you, even if I love how I feel.
Sometimes, I forget you’re riding through these colorful storms with me, my hero, my love and friend.
I’m sorry for being over excited, letting the radical vibrancy and buoyancy of jumping thoughts,memories, worlds and invisible rainbows all overhead, taking over.
I want you to know, I mean it when I say I’m sorry I scared you.
You just don’t understand.
I don’t feel this without you.
Dawning Creations 
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