(2014)
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
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
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
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 don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
