(2014)
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
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 get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
