You didn't forget how to write poetry.
You ran out of words
That describes the moment as more
than it is.

i haven't deleted our pictures yet, and really i don't know if it's because i cant, or because im still stuck on us. and sometimes when i give up on fighting, i admit i wasn't ready. because we both know it wasn't supposed to end this way.

I taste you on my tongue
When you twist it in knots
I feel you in my bones
And I hear you in my thoughts

Somewhere along the line
Too quickly to be caught
You grew around me like
One big forget me not