(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
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
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 don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
