(2013)
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
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
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
