I've written so many poems  about wishing I could be with you

About when I was with you

When we weren't together

When I thought I hated you but knew I didn't

And again, another cycle

I wished I could be with you again and

For a split second I was and the world was perfect

Then we weren't together

I thought I hated you

But I didn't

So much of my poetry is you

And you're the reason I started writing poetry

I spent years and months wishing I was with you

Now I don't

I haven't for months and it's weird

Poetry writing is slower than ever

I'm not jealous over your partner

It's weird because I'm over you, I have been

For so long and no one else can make me write poetry like you

It almost makes me wonder when or if I'll meet someone

Who I can't stop writing about

My pencil never being fast enough to get all my thoughts down

My mind is empty, poetless

I don't feel like writing

But I also don't feel like stopping

I just miss writing like I used to

The sleepless nights and weeks of poetry swirling through my head

Perhaps one day I'll find something or someone who finally gives me that big shove

To send me flying

I couldn't stop

Today I can't start

But I do know it is trapped inside of me

I can feel it like a lion in a cage

Pacing, angry, lost

It wants out but I don't know how to free it