(2014)
#Love #Waiting
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
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 awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas