(2014)
#Dark #DepressionLife
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows