(2014)
#Life #Love #Myth
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
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
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
