(2014)
#Dark #DepressionLife
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
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 know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
