(2013)
#Life #Love #Poetry
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark