(2013)
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
