(2014)
#Life #LossLove
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
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
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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