I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

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


Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer