(2013)
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
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
