(2014)
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
