(2014)
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
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
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
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
