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

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

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

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

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

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 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

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