(2014)
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
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
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
