(2013)
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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
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
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 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 see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
