Thief

You took my words
Now my mind is blank
and I've got you to thank
for the white pages

You are now my only inspiration
My only muse
But it hurts to actually make use
of my feelings because it's a reminder

A flash to reality
One that I don't want
Like an endless taunt
How can I be a writer

When you have taken my sentences
Now I have to pay to get them back
With money I honestly lack
Sleep, food, attention, thoughts

It all goes to you now
Just so I can write this
We'll see if it's a hit or miss
Have I suffered enough

to finish this poem
Before I go on and dream about you
If I could just make it through
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