If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my 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

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

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

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first