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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

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

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

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

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

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

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

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