(2014)
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark