I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

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

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

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world