Lost

I've lost the music in me. The notes aren't the same anymore, the melodies doesn't ring together anymore. I'm empty. I'm an untouched guitar with a few broken strings. The passion has left me, the creative flow is totally long gone.

I wish that it was easy for us to reconnect, but yet I'm holding a grudge. A poison that would kill me. It's hard to let go of the things we've shared, the places we've been. I blame myself whenever your name comes around, but I shouldn't. I don't think I've done anything wrong. It's funny is that in your point of view you would never understand what I felt. But that's okay. You hope that I'm doing well, you wish the best for me. 

Thanks. I still cringe whenever I come across things that make me remember of you.