(2014)
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
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
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
