There is no poem.

I have no words to mold and shape into something as beautiful as you.

I have no beats or melodies that I can make with a song or two.

I have no imagination to make all these emotions flow like rivers do.

You ran me dry and ****** out everything I had to show for—as if I had any more left to show for.

Speechless, stagnant, and dumb. That is what you rendered me.

Thanks.