(2014)
#Hate #Life #Love #Misery
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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 hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
