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

The pen must be
 mightier than the sword
 For there is nothing that
 will spill your guts faster
 than a bit of ink that says


I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love

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

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas