warning: a slam poem

Sometimes I feel as if I should have a warning.
You know the sign that says "Warning: Dangerous, stay away."
These would be mine:
Warning: has the ability to get close to people but also the ability to push them away.
Warning: has the ability to overwork oneself and doesn't have a limit to when to stop.
Warning: has the ability to love but also the ability to cut unforgettable wounds.
Warning: is quiet which indefinitely is dangerous to one's mind.
Warning: has a toxicity that makes them starve, cut, and blames oneself.
Warning: don't get too close...will crack under unviable pressure that consumes the lungs, enabling the person to breathe properly.
Warning: broken, beyond repair.
Warning: be patient with this species, has the anger of a lion and will/can ripe you to shreds.
Warning: don't get too close, has built up walls so high that no one truly knows what is going on in that mind of hers.
To the ones that ignored my invisible warnings that hang off of me, you've risked yourself for whatever means, what happens next is your own fault.

a.b.