one day i'll write about something new,
something that isn't about a "me" or "you"

but everytime I come back to write
it's about a new laugh that makes me smile;
it's something new if only for a little while
til the phrases you inspire become trite.

until that time I write and think,
until my thoughts are my greatest foe
and I reap the withered blooms of anxieties I sow.
as you grow in my imagination I shrink.
I can picture our lives forever entwined
yet I cannot effect a reality from my mind
so further and further in these spirals I sink.