(2014)
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth