I have written

I've written a million little poems for you I've written a million little letters Sometimes, they're the reason we're still together They remind me of the present I thought I had, when my past self was planning my future A future I wanted you in. I've written a million little stories about you How you did so much for me by doing so little How I'd come to appreciate the bare minimum The lifeline that this relation is hanging on I've written a million songs for you Sounds that give me comfort when your voice is silent The words I need to hear that you don't say The emotion I don't hear in your voice The affection that's not present in your words I've drawn a million pictures of you These might be in my head, but they're there. Reminders of what your face looks like, because I barely see it Traces of your smile that my mind remembers on a cloudy day It's cloudy everyday. I can't get them out of my head. I have written... I've done so much. My fingers went numb from writing My paint poured out on the canvas My voice burned out from singing; That might have been crying Wailing as for the dead, for something that's supposedly alive Someone that's supposedly around Silence that you call a sound A distant lover that claims to be around. I have written. I shall write no more.