10 am
Wednesday.
It’s cold
Only a little
And over us
The clouds are biting
Only a little
Out of the blue of the sky.
10:02
Wednesday
It’s too cold
My toes are numb
And the fence is crisping
Under a half finished
Sun.
10:15
We are crying
On a parched ground
As if
We didn’t laugh
Over breakfast.

Love yourself enough to know
what's meant for you and what isn't.

Respect yourself enough to know
to never tolerate any form of disrespect.

Appreciate yourself enough to know
that you deserve to be happy.

Compliment yourself enough to know
that you're perfect.

Know, know, know
that there's nothing wrong with being a kind person.

People come and go in our lives.
Make sure they don't leave with a part of you.

I dream of a desert
the cold nights

when life hides
and death is

exposed as needy
pleading for

satisfaction

the history of
christianity

is buried in a desert

the memory of
the night death

was found wanting

I'm the warm cup of coffee
he drinks every morning,
but today he's forgotten me

I've been waiting for his
mouth to swallow me all day,
and I'm losing my warmth with
each time he forgets to drink me

After months,
his tongue longed for my sweet taste,
but now I'm cold, bitter, and sour