(2014)
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
