(2014)
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
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
