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

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

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


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

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer