Too Much of Me, Too Much for You

When you've had too much
of me, too much for you,
You swear, wordlessly
and give me the beating
of the heart, where it matters.
You take the blanks
and fill them with pain
like words on paper, only
lifeless and motionless.
I breathe heavily, the words,
although not there, take
the air out of me. It is not
all about me, too much for you.
It is about you, not seeing me
as enough for you.
I would dare not speak for
words are not there. Words
have left me with longing
for when I was not too much,
just enough for you. Did you
forget about me? being
just the type to never get
too much of you, too much
for me?