(2014)
#AddictionLoss #Love
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
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
