(2014)
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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 kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
