(2014)
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
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
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
