I feel so unmotivated.
I can't make things rhyme
And it doesn't seem to flow.
What's wrong with me...
I just don't know.

One thing I hate
Is that since I have no one
(No special other)
My poems just seem...
Such a waste.

This is the first poem
I've written
About my life
Since we've been
Fully over eachother.

I want to write more
But it just won't come.
There's so much to say
But I can't even say some!

My life's just not flowing
Neither's this poem.
It's a waste...I think.
Who knows.