(2014)
#Death #Life #Love #Sleep
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
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
