(2014)
#Hate #Love #Poetry
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
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
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world