(2014)
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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 wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
