(2014)
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
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
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
