(2014)
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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 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 awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
