(2013)
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 awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
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
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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 see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
