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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

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

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

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

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love