(2014)
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I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
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