(2014)
#Life #LonelinessLoss #Love
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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 have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
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
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
