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

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

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

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


I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin