we try to play numb
to our thoughts and feelings
like there's a chance
they will leave us alone
as if they will disappear
if we try to avoid them
but they never will
they have no days off on their schedule
they make us who we are
they're parts of ourselves no one can see
at night
during the day
every second
every minute
every hour
we can't avoid ourselves, our minds
we can't escape the mirrors, the reflections
we can't be numb, and refuse to ever feel

My blank eyes stare
In bold frustration
At the white sheet
Sitting, calmly mocking me
On the plain brown table

The pen quivers in hand
My mussels shake with shame
But try as I might
My ideas are insanely sane

No bursting fits of passion
Or inspiring metaphors
Only a page covered in splatters
From my ink of internal wars

A block of metal in my mind
A chain of iron on my hand
Glossy mirrors on my eyes
Spiking needles in my thighs

Calling for me to get up
To leave this terrible attempt
But when a poets mind is blank
Like mine
About blankness will they find a rhyme

The kiss of your eyes will be no more,
As this cruel life will depart our ways,
Without you, this heart will be in sore,
I lost this game that on me fate plays.

The beauty of your face left my side,
All smiles are now nothing but bitter,
Without you, my suffering heart died,
This lonesome is the end of my tether.

The warmth of your breath vanished,
My heart has frozen in shivering cold,
Without you, winter left me perished,
My soul's been left with none to hold.

The light of your dazzling gaze faded,
Shadows of my heart enshroud all joy,
Without you, I face dusk most dreaded,
Darkness blinded the sight of this boy.

The rosy bloom of your face departed,
My smile's now swept away in sorrow,
Without you, I am left desolate hearted,
Grace is banished in hell's afire burrow.

All that is left behind is sweet memory,
And the shatters of my ever lone heart,
Without you, all that I know is misery,
Paved by the miles that keep us apart.