(2014)
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
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
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
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could