(2013)
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
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
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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 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
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
