(2014)
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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
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
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
