(2013)
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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 see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
