(2014)
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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 awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
