(2014)
#Death #Life #Love #Sleep
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me