29. Here comes the anxiety

 

When I break I cause havoc.

I don't mean to, 

I mean to crumble 

like a cookie soaked into a cup of coffee

i mean to melt away, quietly, undisturbing,

but when I come down, I crash like an 

ancient vase left on the edge of a pedestal

I make a smashing noise and leave my pieces

scattered all over the floor.

I cut your feet if you're barefoot

I ring in your ears long after I'm finished

I squeeze myself so tight I carry the burden for days.

I hate collapsing

and breaking apart.

I hate putting myself in this situations.