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

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

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

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

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 kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

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

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

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

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