Day 7 When the Poetry Stops

I tried to call
   to make amends
I tried to enter this with a clear mind
   so not to offend
& so I broke down
   & texted u today
No, not in an ill
    nor malicious way
Breakup to makeup
  Right?
We'd talk all day
  into the night
But hours passed
   into a new day
I checked my phone
    & you have nothing to say
& that's when it stopped
   I could no longer think of a song
to guide us through our hurts
  & wrongs
I dnt know what to do
   what we need
My pen bleeds out
  on white concrete
Fueled by our love
   my pen slowly dies
But I keep scratching
  trying to write
You've moved on, it's over
   & my pen drops
It's time to move on
   when the poetry stops

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