(2014)
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
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 awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
