(2014)
#Harm #Life #Pain #Poetry
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 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
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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 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
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first