Faulty Spade

I used to write poems
Lines of feelings
Thoughts
Memories
But this I can't explain
As he's digging away inside my soul
Tunnelling through to the other side
Of me
He finds
Nothing

Nothing

Where have I gone?
I used to be in this verse
This was my stanza
My rhyming scheme
My overblown sibilance
Slippery slithering systems
Of assonance
Occasionally offering order
And iambic pentameter
To the chaos inside my head

But this

Is nothing like me
I am nothing like me

I write
I said

I lied

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways?

Something about it is wrong and I can't help but feel
It's him