(2014)
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
