To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

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

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 write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

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

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

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


Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin