(2014)
#EmptinessLoss #Love
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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
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 don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
