Vase of Tulips

My heart never breaks when I do the dishes

It only becomes shattered by pure laughter

Terrified I will never find another that makes me laugh as you do

When I chew you

It’s fabric sunflowers

My head breaks from trying to digest their painted porcelain vase

I feel like peeling wood when you coat me in your lilac-honeydew glaze

My overthinking forces you to pour a bucket of ice water over my silly angst

Wash me in the voice I talk to myself in

When I outpour love in my heartfelt passions

What I find exhilarating

You are so strange, yet familiar

You remind me of myself, and you find happiness in what I find hilarious and delightful

I ruminate in fear of desperation