(2014)
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
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
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
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
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
