i wrote a poem about you.
i tried to anyways.
i started writing
and each time was unable to finish.
i just kept erasing.
turning over the page
time after time
crumpled mess after mess
i feel like im drowning
in ink.
i pretend that i will see your face
or feel you
or hear you
but then i remember
none of that can happen
these words are so empty
they don't say anything
im unable to see through the dark
to find a light
worth holding
im unable to find something new
amongst the old and ugly
i cant find things without you around
to tell me what to look for.
how sad is that
i write with my eyes closed because i dont have to see
the empty page
i dont have to see the black ink flood the paper
i can write what is inside.
its hard
to be alone
alone
alone
when you were used to being two.
its hard to pick up and move on
but you gotta
because
who likes being stuck
to the pavement.
it gets pretty hot there under the sun.
without you
my eyes are less green
i handed my heart over
in a box
with a key
but i lost the key
and i dont know who has it
i wrote you a poem
but i still can't find an ending
cause i don't believe there is one