(2014)
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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 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
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back