Used To

Once upon a time, I could think.
But, that was before I met you.
Now I just sit here with my triplets.

I used to be able to write.
The words’d be flying across a page
Appearing behind my flashing cursor.

They don’t really do that anymore.
My words trudge now, in kind of
A dizzy walk across the page.

I used to be able to splatter feelings
All over my Word documents.
But I can’t do that anymore.

The only thing I feel now
Is this confused happiness.
Who decided to let me be happy?

I don’t want to write about you,
But you’re the only thing filling my mind,
So I don’t really have a choice.