(2013)
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
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 thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
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
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
