(2014)
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
