Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

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 see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again