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

I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love

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

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

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

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days