(2014)
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
