(2013)
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
