(2013)
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
