Split, par Nicholas Ryan Sampson

Split

I know that you

were there in

my dreams

and in my arms

Every dream we

grew closer

while growing farther

everyday

(2014)

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

I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes

I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows

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

I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response

Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from

It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me

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 would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark