(2014)
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time
