i used to feel creative, pumping out poems as steadily as oil from the ground
then i feel like the well dried up when i met you
they always say, be with someone who brings out the best in you
i thought my writing was one of the great parts of me yet i feel like it went away when i met you
it's like i had no words left to say
it's like i no longer needed an outlet for my feelings when i met you
my steady companion of poetry seemed to leave my side or maybe i left hers?
when i met you again i decided i wanted her back and hopefully she won't go away this time