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~writer's block~

I've been trying to write for days,

But nothing's the same without you,

My words don't flow as a river does,

Instead they're as stagnant as a puddle,

Just there sitting,

Waiting.

Waiting to be made into something beautiful.

That feels impossible.

You made things beautiful,

Why did you take that away?

Why didn't you keep my heart safe?

But you have it,

You still do.

Wherever you are,

My heart is with you,

The string pulling on my chest,

That string,

Leads to my heart,

In your hands,

And I can't breathe.

It hurts,

You go further away,

and that phantom feeling is pulling me,

To places I can't go,

I want to,

I want to be with you.

But you don't want the same.

So I'll place a pot on my chest,

And remember the pain.
                           
                                                                -j.d.r