(2013)
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
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
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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 say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back