(2014)
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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 wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
