WHY

In front of me is a pen

A piece of paper

And an empty notebook

It's as if I'm not the same person from a few days ago

That girl who wrote a poem in an instant

No more

So what happened to me?

Why am I like this?

Why can't I fit you into sentences?

Why?

Why is my love for you so great?

Why can't I forget you even once?

Why can't I describe you?

Why can't I draw your portrait?

On this paper?

Why can't I live you?

Why don't the tears wipe away?

Why?

Why do I die a little more every day?

Just for you?

Everything, absolutely everything

For you

And for my love for you.