(2013)
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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 say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face