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

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

Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

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

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

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

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

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

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