A Little Ironic

After you left me
You took my inspiration
By taking yourself

My ability
As well my self confidence
Has gone with you too

I try to draw still
But I know there is no hope
Because you stole it

When you were with me
Here in this place with my dreams
Your heart soared with mine

As well as our thoughts
And our spirits side by side
You got me through right

You wrote and I drew
It seems we do less each day
It seems I took this...

I took your writing
Otherwise I wouldn't be
Writing this right now

So we exchanged them
My drawing and your writing
Little ironic

The way things turn out...
Have fun with my talents, hun
As I will with yours