(2014)
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
