I don’t know what’s happened
If I’ve changed or she has but
I know it doesn’t matter.
The words don’t come anymore.
Fights last too long and makeup sex far too short.
I don’t know what’s happened to us
but it doesn’t feel like there’s anything left to fight for.
The words don’t come anymore.
I would’ve written anything for you.
I did write everything for you.
Poems, novels, vows, a will.
I wanted to write you into my life.
Now I put pen to paper and nothing.
No spark, no inspiration.
The words just don’t come like they used to.
The words don’t come anymore.
When I met you we talked for hours.
There was nothing I couldn’t say to you.
Now I don’t know what to say.
Or maybe I do and I’m just scared to do it.
Either way when I look at you nothing comes out.
I know what I need to say to you
But the words won’t come out.