(2014)
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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 spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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 get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
