Midwestern Wild

I know very few things to be honest anymore.
I know that I am somehow too soft and too razor blade steel at the same time.
I know that Oklahoma is really Where The Wild Things Are, tornados, for instance, or racists, or the first mirage I ever fell in love with.
I know that the most honest thing about me is I need so much love that it chokes me and pulls back a bit until I beg the tide to take me under for good.
If you're asking me to be honest, I'd tell you it terrifies me that I've never known "healthy" and "love" to haunt the same sentence. I'm trying to unlearn the bad habit of expecting the worst when all I want is the best of you.

Author's Note

Work in progress