(2014)
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
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
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
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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 something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
