(2014)
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
