(2014)
#Faith #Life #Nothing
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
