(2014)
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
