I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

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 visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin