I’ve banned myself from writing,

For whatever I begin to write,

Spirals into a poem about you.

About,

A boy

A girl

A room.

Do I make things up in my head?

Someone tell me I have my mind.

That I haven’t lost it.

I had forgotten how it felt,

Maybe buried it.

Now that I’m back,

The feeling is pulling on my heart,

Weighing it down.

Making me unable to complete mundane tasks,

Because what could compare?