(2014)
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
