by E. R. S.

Created on: December 24, 2008

It seems that you've just realized

your hot drink has lost its fire

after an hour or less of negligence

Look at your sleeves, please and

notice that you're wearing a jacket inside

You know you could close the door

if you wanted

Close the window, stop the

cold air from getting to you

Does it seem a bit more comforting

to be bundled up in this mind chilling weather?

Maybe it does, but I know

Know you'd rather sit

on the floor of some

thought scalding shower

and try to believe that the pale whiteness

lack of color in the tiles around you

doesn't mean you're in an institution

doesn't mean you should be

keep your heart up.

And I know you, so take off the jacket

Close the door and dim the lights

This is not an invitation to bed -

it couldn't be.

Come sit on the floor

with me here, where we'll get grounded -

Pull ourselves together so we won't tear ourselves apart

Sit on our hands so we can't turn

any doorknobs, or reopen the pity window

Lets put our heads together, and

hold our hands together

so you can't cradle your head in your hands anymore

Get the elmers glue

a magnifying glass

and some chicken soup -

and come back to the mirror

so you can see me better.

My best advice is

To listen to your own

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