(2014)
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my 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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
