aftermath of a writer's block

with time i have let you overwhelm my existence i dig out the remains of my heartache again and mourn the soil saturated with my tears with time i have buried every part of me in love with you it was not easy every fragment rebelled refusing to be forgotten demanding to be held with time every now and then i hold every piece in my hands and put it back inside me just for a second longing for the feeling of how complete i felt with time i have learnt to bury myself piece by piece into the land of eternal grief neck deep into the ground crushed entirely