(2013)
#Death #DecisionLife
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says