(2013)
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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 awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
