(2013)
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
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 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 wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could