when I finish working at the coffee
shop, and my knuckles smell like
Light Roast Tanzania blend.
It keeps me up throughout the day.
How easy it is for me to
enjoy the way the sun looks in an early morning,
after I just finished the first half of my run.
Sometimes I let myself sit and watch the sunrise,
and I’m only crying because it hurts my eyes.
That I love my friends
more than I could ever really love myself.
It’s a dangerous thing,
but it’s worth it to see their smiling faces,
or hear their cackles in the night
at one of my jokes.
I love my wide taste,
from savory and healthy roasted vegetables to
big unhealthy greasy burgers,
from disgusting horror like Texas Chainsaw to
light and campy Star Wars,
from serious and contemplative Frankenstein to
“Turn your brain off” superhero comics.
There’s days that my brain tricks me
into thinking no one else likes me,
but sometimes I realize that doesn’t matter
because I’m the only person that needs to love me.