You stood in the light
and I couldn’t see.
I couldn’t speak.
I could barely breath.
Everything is thrown up,
and lands at such angles.
I can’t even begin.
I am on the verge of tears.
Great, fluid globules of myself slung against the ground.
Great lakes from great pains.
You say you are cold.
I am cold. I am cold within.
Why should you care?
I’ll sit out here
with the puddles of myself
until I no longer feel cold.
Until I no longer feel like myself.
Until I’m someone I can care about.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
you and i really think the same about things..
i am being totally honest…
the last line really drew me the most..
very powerful.
we need to buy you a pair of gloves that have one part where you can switch them to fingerless gloves and one part which is mittens..and then a coffee machine.
I HATE HATE HATE coffee.
Just so you know.