We once where closer
Spoke for hours on end
I'd tell her I loved her
Something she didn't comprehend

How can I love her she would ask
We hadn't met before...
The truth is I don't know either
But my heart wanted more


Her soul was golden like sunshine
Her words simply poetic
Her beauty unparalleled
Our chemistry magnetic

I found out about her more
Turns out she was a married lady
Had a crush on her professor
I was but a "friend" that upset me greatly

My heart began to crumble
So I knew all too well
That if I saw her again
I'd remember how hard I fell

So my heart continues to beat
Despite it's many faults
As I walk through life
It continues the lonely waltz

As I lie in bed writing this I feel an overbearing sense of nothingness, emptiness.. void of any emotion when normally I would.

Writing to me was therapeutic, calming progressive for me. But now..it's lost it's edge. I no longer feel creative, the desire to pick up the pen is gone and I'm back to square one. This was the one thing I was good at.

My fix wasn't taking drugs or getting drunk. It was pouring my soul into my work...and now....

It's gone...I don't know what to do.

I'm literally at a

loss

for....

My eloquence left me long ago
My patience left me too
My irreverence took over me
My hatred then shone through

I'm dying on the inside
It's becoming a disgrace
It's taking all my will power
Not to punch you in the face

Origami cranes
Fly towards the crescent moon
Amongst paper clouds