(2014)
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
Passion doesn’t arise from 12 point Times New Roman but rather from ink on one page and another
There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
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
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
