(2014)
#Faith #Life #Nothing
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
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
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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
