(2014)
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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
