(2014)
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
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 see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
