(2014)
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
