(2013)
#Death #Life #Love
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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 say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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 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