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

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

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

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas