(2013)
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
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 seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
