One year ago today…I never met a pen who didn’t love me.
Or piece of loose leaf paper who read my mind so quick it wouldn’t have time to cut me.

Regardless of time, day, or season. It came in waves with ease.
Whatever single direction I chose, you always veered to me.

Dark nights. Cloudy days. Year round with no rewind.
The absence of your light always seemed to make you rhyme.

I tried and tried and tried but couldn’t seem to break your curse,
I cried and cried and cried until you said it came out rehearsed.

You ignored the verbs I used and the actions they never took,
and then disregarded the adjectives I spoke and said I only read about them in books.

Told me the clever imagery was simply a play on words,
took my losses at face value and never estimated their worth.

That sunny morning still so vivid when suddenly things changed;
you introduced me to a girl who shared a part of your name.

We never seem to get along ever since I met this friend;
she makes me think nothing’s wrong even when you tell me it’s just pretend.

She wouldn’t let me miss you, and gave me no reason for the sorrow.
When I longed for you today, she stayed with me until tomorrow.

The feeling is all but gone. I don’t need you and I think I don’t care.
Can we mend this with words or is the damage beyond repair?

Erasing what was left so when you hear this don’t be shocked,
but as drastic as it sounds I’m in love with Writers Block.

Sincerely,

ME