(2014)
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
