(2014)
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
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 see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life