They say pain creates masterpiece
and words wash away the pain
but ever since you have been gone
I have been running away from the pen.
I've been on writer's block
even though I've written a lot about you
because each time, when these memories come along
each time the pain is something new.
And each time I get lost inside my head not knowing what to do
because forgetting you is a real pain
but then again so is remembering you.
So gone with you is the ink
and I have been staring at the blank pages for days
I just watch the cursor as it blinks, whenever I decide to put my random thoughts into words that would make sense.
Everything has become black and white, everything stopped for me when you left
gone with you is my grey world
where the ink and the paper met.