(2014)
#Life #LossLove
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
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
