(2013)
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
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
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
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
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well