(2013)
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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 spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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
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
