(2014)
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
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
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
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
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
