(2013)
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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 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
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas