(2014)
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
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
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
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
