(2014)
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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
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
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
