(2013)
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes