(2013)
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant