(2014)
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
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
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
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
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
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
