(2013)
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
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
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
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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
