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

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

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

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

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

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

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

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

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