(2014)
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
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 get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
