(2014)
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
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 awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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 don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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