(2014)
#Hate #Love #Poetry
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
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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 say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another