(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
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
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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 see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
