(2014)
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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 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 awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
