(2014)
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
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
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 have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
