Mute

I’ve lost the ability to really speak.
Words are forgotten in transition from brain to mouth.
Single syllable monotonous answers
Replace the gems that used to drip so lovingly from my lips
And bury themselves in your consciousness:
Saplings that take root and grow;
Leave shoots of knowledge on your tongue
Until the only words you can speak are of me.
Gone now.
The spark in your eyes, the one I created
Is dying, and being replaced by someone else.
A new girl whose thoughtful words
Make lovingly raw your lusty neurons.
No matter the effort I put into each of my bleeding musings
They have no effect.
I am rendered speechless as you hang onto each of her
Unoriginal
Useless
Thoughts.