(2014)
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
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
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
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
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 say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
