I didn't write for months
Maybe I was happy
The boy with pretty curls
And soft words

A lack of inspiration
In a calm heart
Like echoing silence
Resonating to my bones

His eyes are so warm,
I am safe and secure

And hollow
Do I want to feel pain?
Or maybe just something

I don't trust the quiet
When the reverberating
Of sobs still shake in my dreams

I see a car on campus
Maybe it is the boy that went
Of course not though

The rough drafts of my poems
Are not full of our love story

But the one I can't stop telling
I don't miss the pain
But inspiration that flowed
From finger tips bitten raw

I stopped writing for months
And no one saw
Cause happy me is just me
With a silence where the screams
Used to sleep