You are a field full of land mines
that I am trying to traverse.
Every step is an explosion.
I am holding on tightly
and breaking things.
A monster that doesn't
know their own strength.
Yet I feel so powerless.
blankets
martinis
popsicles
baking show
don't hurt yourself
You thought you would be fine with it,
but you're not.
Insecure.
Greedy.
Nothing will ever be enough.
Tear youself apart a bit more,
you agreed to this pain.
You get tipsy
and the words are there,
and they pour out.
I fell in love with you
on your back porch.
With the birds,
and the sun,
and a cup of coffee
in my hand.
#poetry
I quiet the part of me
that wants to scream.
I am so hungry,
and so ugly,
and not good enough.
Good morning,
can we break up?
I'm feeling too much.
You held me in the sun,
until I felt peaceful.
