(2014)
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
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
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
