(2013)
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
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 get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
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
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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
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 don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another