You

Why do I feel such
a void in my life.
Like something is
missing.
But I can't quite
think of it...
I know what it is,
it's you. Ever since you
left every things been a mess.
Can't sleep at night.
Because I so used to telling
you good night.
Just before I say
"I love you."
Even my poetry has changed.
No one else can see it
but I do.
Words don't rhyme, and they make no sense.
And I always find myself
saying, "what the hell is this bullshit I just wrote."
Now that your gone I
have no muse.
And there's no inspiration
and zero dedication.