(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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything