(2014)
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
