If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

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

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 know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

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


I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all