(2014)
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
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 see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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 know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched 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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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 say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting