I call it writers block
because nothing else comes to mind other than the night you left me in my dorm room with nothing but a blood stained towel and a half empty bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

I call it writers block
because there are voices in my head fighting a war against each other and they're using my blood as a weapon.

I call it writers block because..
let's be honest,
nobody wants to keep hearing about a break up after an entire ******* year.

I call it writers block
because you are falling asleep to the sound of her voice, while I stay up until 3 o'clock in the morning, listening to cars passing by.
Always hoping one day, it will be your headlights I see shining through my bedroom window, pulling into my driveway.

I mostly call it writers block though..
.because nobody gives a **** if i miss you or not.