Everything I write, everything I draw; delete

The things I create, I cannot complete

Is it being insecure or being lazy?                                                            ­                                                                 ­     

I don't know how to be a productive lady                    

I feel stupid                                                           ­                                                                 ­                                                  

Since I can't anything executed

My work lives in the recycling bin

It's close in resemblance to a din

The backspace key is faded

My soul is abraded

I hate that I can't articulate

Does anyone else relate?

At least this poem is finished but it has no real end                                                              ­                                

I hope it shows what I intend

On the day you left
I went to class
I couldn't concentrate
I read your last message
I thought it was a mistake
I tried to eat lunch
I wasn't hungry
I read your message
I scrolled through reddit
I scrolled through Facebook
I searched for you
I couldn't find you
I read your last message
I thought perhaps
you were scared
I checked my Snapchat
You were gone
I read your last message
I did laundry
I tried to study
I read your last message
I thought it was my fault
I cried
I wrote a poem
I read your last message
I went to the library
I pretended to study
I read your last message
I met with a friend
I stayed up late
I laughed and joked
I went to my dorm
I plugged in my lights
I changed into my pajamas
I read your last message
I watched funny videos
I didn't laugh
I unplugged the lights
I read your last message
I repeated the words
I stayed up way too late
I thought perhaps
I never mattered to you
I didn't touch my phone
The message is burned
inside my head

Summer is
                                 quickly
fading to Autumn
where leaves and acorns fall

just as I have done for you
                                -quickly