(2014)
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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 see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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
