(2014)
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
