(2014)
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
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
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
