i have found that

it is far easier to write poetry when you are in

love.

Surely, there is some brain chemistry that connects

the part of you that loves

to the part that writes poetry.

Or perhaps it is the same part.

Either way.

I seem to have exhausted mine.

And the words, they do not come as easily as they once did.

And the feelings, well, I can no longer tell them apart.

My happy is so close to my sad when they exist just under to the surface.

And it all just feels like a headache.

AMV