ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅɪᴇꜱ

this poem dose not have the word us in the title

this poem dose not have the word US in the title

Why can't i stop writing poems
with the word us in the title?
why can't i just write about you?

i try and i try and i try
and yet no inspiration comes

the ink stays welled up in its plastic cage
the pen remains stagnet in my paper

words that usually flow out of me
words that are drawn as though they are blood
by insults as sharp as knives
are unmoving and erily silent

perhaps i can't write about you
because there was no you
there wasn't even a me
there was just us
a person we forcibly molded
out of the most terribly mediocre parts of ourselves
and made our identity

i still see you and me as an us
just now an us that will be separated for eternity
and no matter how hard i try
my pen will never be able to refer to you
as your own entity