(2013)
#Death #Life #Love
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas