(2014)
#Life #Love #Myth
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing