"you have taken my words
it has been weeks since
I’ve written anything painful
you have taken away my coping
mechanism
now the world is only a world
not a snow-globe I can fall asleep next to
the stars are only balls of gas
not flickering light bulbs that burn out when
love dies
I do not know what it will take
to make me feel original again
maybe I need to die
and have my atoms scattered
around the universe
until they meet again with
stories from the other end of the sky
maybe they will put themselves back together and give me a new
mind
a new body
one that has never heard your name
one that does not have your fingers
pressed into its bones
maybe I need to be reborn endlessly
until I have found a new voice
that does not
know poetry at all"