(2014)
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
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 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 wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
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
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
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 no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
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
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 see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
