(2014)
#EmptinessLoss #Love
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like