(2014)
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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 awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
