(2013)
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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 awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
