(2014)
#Death #Life #Poetry #Writing
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
