(2014)
#DepressionLife #Misery #Pain
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
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
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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