I couldn't write for days
Because the words got
Stuck in my throat and
They sounded sour when
They came out on paper.

I sat forcing my self to
Write a well written poem
But my mind kept spinning
And the clock kept ticking
Making me go quite insane.

I just couldn't seem to put
My thoughts together and form
A decent poem that made sense
not some self pity love letter to
the one who won't love back.

You told me to just stop thinking
So much and write for my self
And not for others and I cried
As I sat there with paper and pen
Confused at why I could write.
h.d.