(2014)
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
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
