(2014)
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth