(2014)
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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 see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
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
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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 awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
