(2014)
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
