(2013)
#Poetry #WitWriting
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well