(2014)
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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 is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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
