(2014)
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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
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
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown