I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

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

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

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 I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

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