(2014)
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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 spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
