(2014)
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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 awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
