(2014)
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
