(2014)
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
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
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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
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 get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
