(2014)
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
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
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
