(2014)
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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 get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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 awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
