(2014)
#Love #Secrets
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
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’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth