(2014)
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
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
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
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
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
