(2014)
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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 see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
