I forgot how to write.

I forgot how to write,
When I forgot how to live,
I forgot to move on,
When I didn't quite forgive.

The words don't come easy,
I write till I ache.
I rub off all I scribble,
Forgetting the point I had to make.

I smile in solitude,
I'm yellow when I'm blue.
I don't mind being alone,
It's as good as being with you.

I won't say any more.
This poem has been a lie.
When my life doesn't make sense,
How can my ink not be dry.