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

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 see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

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

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love