(2014)
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
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
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
