(2014)
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
