(2014)
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
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 thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin