(2013)
#Life #Love #Poetry
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
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
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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 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
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
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