(2013)
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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
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
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
