(2014)
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
