(2014)
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 feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
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 thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
