(2014)
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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 see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
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
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
