(2013)
#Hope #Life #Love
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things