You taught me how to hold a pen and turn my emotions into words like never before. How to create metaphors and play with words that I never did before we met.

You made it easy for me to write a poem by simply staring at the vast galaxy in your eyes and listening to your voice. I can visualize my love for you by simple putting it into words and utter those for you to hear my prose.

You turned me into what I am right now. An aspiring writer. A poetess wanna be. Someone who shed tears and used them as ink in every piece. Someone who bleeds metaphors from the deepest emotion that I feel.

But now, everything has changed.

You taught me how to break my favorite pen. How to shatter my papers into pieces, breaking all the poems I made and never try to bring them back.

You made it hard for me to write another piece. For simply staring at you makes me want to forget every stroke I made in those paper. Hearing your name breaks my heart into pieces that I can't even utter a words to defend myself.

You made me hate those poems and never dare to write again because it's you that I remember everytime I write a poem or even a single prose. You made me shed tears and use my pen to make myself bleed, leaving scars in my wrist.

You taught me how to write made me hate writing at the same time.