(2014)
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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 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
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
