(2014)
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched 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 know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
