(2014)
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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 thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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 kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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 wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
