(2014)
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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
