(2014)
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
