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

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

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

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

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

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

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

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