(2014)
#Hate #Life #Love #Misery
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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