(2013)
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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 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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
