i don't remember how to write
without you.
my words used to flow and,
might i add,
attract the eyes of many

i write from where it hurts the most--
from deep in the pit of my stomach
and there is still hurt to write about, yes,
but it lingers on the notches of my spine
so
the pain is too close to my bedsheets to do a ****** thing.

i miss you now from my stomach
where the love once lay its head