(2013)
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
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
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
