(2014)
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
