i constantly feel like writing

but i feel like i only get one line every time. hm..
it's like there's nothing that inspires me anymore.
used to be love, but where did that go ?
it's all gone.
my heart was smashed into pieces, and much more, months ago.
so how can i write about love ?
the heartbreak still remains, but it was long ago enough to not feel the need to write about it anymore.
but there's this poem that i wrote a couple of months ago.
i guess i'll share that with you now.
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"he looks at me with empty eyes"
by lydia lei

moment by moment
day by day
our eyes were blinded
the minutes wasted away

i look back, way back
remembering, reminiscing
of the moments we had
of the feelings we shared

the look in his eyes
as he gazed into mine
the sudden rush of suffocation
as he held on to my body
as i was saying goodbye

not letting go
yet not holding on strong
the difficulty of figuring
where did i go wrong

at moments
it's really all just a blur
his look, his touch
his lips locked on mine

sometimes i wish
it was all just a dream
hoping one day it'll all
just come back to me

but now i see
it needed to end
there was no way
he and i could be friends

i try to smile
i try to wave
but i realize he isn't
trying to do the same

he stares past me
at the girl beyond
his eyes divert quickly
hoping not to meet mine

but he sees me, he stares
he doesn't know what to say
i reluctantly accept
now i understand

the moments we had
the feelings we shared
gone, all gone
and now
i've come to realize

he looks at me with empty eyes