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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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