(2013)
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making