(2014)
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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
