(2013)
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
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
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
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