(2013)
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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
