(2013)
#KnowingLife #Love
I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
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
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from