(2014)
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
