(2014)
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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 thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
