(2014)
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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 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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
