(2013)
#DeathLife
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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 grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything