(2014)
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
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
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
