I used to write poetry
But the words have fallen out of me
And I was left speechless
Nothing to me but a broken mess
Holding onto a picture of a smile I once had
Not understanding why when I looked at it I felt so bad
The world was out of sync with me
Or I just wasn't keeping up, maybe
I just remember the hotel room with a burning hot shower
Where I stood in the water, crying for at least an hour
The water burned my broken heart and scarred my skin
I never would let another person in
And I watched as my words went circling the drain
I lost my voice somewhere in that pain
And a long time's passed, you wouldn't even recognize me
Now that I just "used to" write poetry