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 get tipsy

and the words are there,

and they pour out.

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.