(2014)
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
