This is a poem I wrote about a couple months ago after a really nasty breakup. It was really nice so I figured "Why not?"
"I force myself to write something everyday.
About life,
about death,
about the dreams,
the memories,
the sadness,
the scars,
the fragility,
the humanity,
the nostalgia,
the forgetting,
the silence,
the looks,
the pages,
the neon lights,
the storms,
the spotlights,
the needs,
the pain,
the ghosts,
the echoes,
the music,
the words,
the stories,
reality,
the emptiness,
the dark,
the stars.
And never about you."