(2014)
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
I thought I could drink you away but I had to
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
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
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
