(2014)
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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 have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
