(2014)
#DepressionLife #Misery #Pain
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well