(2014)
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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 get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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 say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
