(2013)
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
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
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 always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back