(2014)
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
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
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
