(2013)
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
