he induced poetry in me.

reduced me to mere words

my love; my muse.

 

he lef tme nowhere to hide,

nowehere to find comfort

than where i’d always found them: in words.

 

i bled for him,

cried for him.

 

my heart and soul emptied out;

hollow,

empty

and now,

not even words left

to me anymore:

bereft.