(2014)
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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 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
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
