Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

The pen must be
 mightier than the sword
 For there is nothing that
 will spill your guts faster
 than a bit of ink that says


I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days