(2014)
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
