(2014)
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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 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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
