(2013)
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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 get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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 in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
