He might be sweet, dripping
honey from his lips, lust from
his eyes,
fire from his hands.

But sugar is no good for you,
***, and wouldn't you rather
drink from crystal clear
fountains of love than


let sweet, hot tea burn
you again and again?

you don't have to
love yourself
everyone says to,

that you can't really
love someone completely
if you don't love yourself

the truth is, you just have
to accept yourself and say

it might get better,
it might not, but I'll
stick around anyways

He was never my rock
but he was always my oak,
constantly standing through
whatever weather I blew his way,
and still growing.

Day after day and night after night you watch the sun and stars swirl overhead.
How many times must I remind you to not take for granted all that which you've been blessed so richly with, before you realize that in keeping count of stars, you lost sight of the moon.

Between sips of espresso and difficult late-night conversation,
I realized I like my coffee with milk and that Cancer hurts.
It hurts those who have it and those who have those who have it.

When I explained how frightened I was that my friend
had been diagnosed with Cancer, he diminished my feelings
by saying, “I had a friend with Cancer. She died of it.”

Between difficult late-night conversations and espresso,
I realized; I like my relationships with milk as well.

Found Poem from *** and The City, Season 6, Episode, 16

Love me as an artist loves to create.
Love me as the pianist loves the feeling of his hands across the keys
Love me as the sun loves the day and the moon the night.
Love me as I love you, or not at all.

she was never nice
to me

even so, with or
without heaping coals,
I'll continue to show her
love and patience

she's one who needs
it the most