I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face

Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another

I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you

Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes

It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me

You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did

Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like

I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response

I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes

I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from

My heart was paper
 now folded six times over
 to make it harder
 to tear
 I only hope that