Fucking mornings in Poetry

Every morning I open our conversation 

(It's not just mornings)

I stare at it for a while 

(Sometimes too long)

Thinking I'm going to write something 

But I don't because I know you don't want me to 

I'm blocked and out of your mind anyway 

So I go do something else to distract from the hole that you left 

I guess this is life and like she said;

We are made to fight and fuck and talk and fight and talk again 

But I would settle for just talking