(2014)
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
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
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
