(2014)
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
