You Give Me Graphophobia.

When I met you I had a serious case of writer's block.

You've never had it, everything flowed fluently from your mind.

Mine liked to scramble and not cooperate with my mouth.

After you left, it all came pouring out.

I couldn't control my writing.

I just knew I had to write.

Now we've started talking again

And while I may be one of your muses,

You, my dear, have become my writer's block.