(2014)
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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 thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
