(2014)
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 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
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
