(2014)
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
