It seems as though I’m lacking inspiration these days
My life is so busy and I can’t really wrap my mind around anything except you
You and that smile that used to keep me so calm
You and all your imperfections
I experience withdrawal symptoms when I haven’t taken in your breadth in a while
I get irritable. I get antsy. I get flat out angry and mean.
I overeat. I worry. I cry.
Or maybe that’s just stress.
Stress from this incessant post-grad job search
Stress from my role as a journalist
Stress from my minuscule role in your life
Stress is tearing away at my sanity
Stress is eating my inspiration
Stress seems to embody my encounters with you
I had to force myself to write this poem
Because I just don’t have much to say anymore
It seems as though I’m lacking inspiration these days.