(2014)
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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
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
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
