(2013)
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
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 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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from