If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

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

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

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

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

The pen must be
 mightier than the sword
 For there is nothing that
 will spill your guts faster
 than a bit of ink that says


Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

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

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

Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest