(2013)
#Death #DecisionLife
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
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
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark