(2014)
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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 nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
