(2014)
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 awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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 lived out a song written just for you But you could
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