(2014)
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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 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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
