(2013)
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 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
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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 poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
