(2013)
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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 see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
