(2014)
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
