(2014)
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
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
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
