I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

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

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 thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

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

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

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