(2013)
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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 awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back