Mute at the Sight of You

Hello, my nemesis. It's been a while.
I see you're just as pale and blank-faced as always.
Guess some things never change.


Oh, you're surprised I'm still here?
Did you think that just the sight of you would send me running?
Or freeze me solid before I even picked up a pen?


Well, I'll admit that I've had that reaction to you in the past.
It's true.
But I've decided that I miss our time together.
The ink spilt. The tears. The laughter.


Yes, quite a bit of it has been painful,
and I've definitely lost days of sleep over you...
But I can't let my fear and worry that I'll never be good enough beat me.
And you certainly won't either.


So go ahead.
Glare at me from between your lines.
Hiss at every touch of my pen.
Do everything you can to make me fear filling your blank pages.


You're not going to have much luck though.
I've decided I've got too much to say
to sit here mute at the sight of you.