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

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