The Things You Ruined Poem by Hannah Barham

My music
Once never off
Is never on
Each song a link
In an everlasting chain
Leading back
Each song a link
To every heartache, heart break
To every unfeeling boy
My art
Once always done
Is never touched
The oils grow clogged in their tubes
The watercolours crack
The pastels dry and crumble
Each image etched
My fingers stained
Reminds me of
Somewhere
Someone
And the page is ripped in two

And the lines are blurring
As my eyes drift
Blank pages
Once so inspiring
Fill me with the dread of expectation
I know what I'll write
It'll be a story
Of me and you
The way it was
The way it went
Then deleted
Rewritten the way
I can't rewrite my past.