tightrope

I don’t want you to just say it’s okay.

I don’t want you to just go away

when I lash out at you.

I don’t want you to tell me it’s fine.

I don’t want you to pretend like I

always have.

I don’t want to hurt you.

I don’t want to push you,

but I’m edging toward the cliff,

And I don’t know when I’ll fall.

I don’t know if I’ll shatter.

Probably.

Please fix me.