(2014)
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
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
