(2014)
#Life #LossLove
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth