You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

The pen must be
 mightier than the sword
 For there is nothing that
 will spill your guts faster
 than a bit of ink that says


I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

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

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything