(2013)
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 wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
