(2014)
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
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 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
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
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
