(2014)
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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
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 know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
