You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

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

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of 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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

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

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

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again