(2014)
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
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
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
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 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
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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 see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
