(2013)
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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 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
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
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas