(2014)
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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 poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
