My muse

It would be so easy

to fall in love with you again

to let myself believe

And forget all the pain

You completely consumed me

my entire fragile, flimsy being

You became my muse

Please don’t wake me if I’m dreaming

I have to pinch myself

to remind myself of the truth

I can no longer see you as my muse

And it aches like a missing tooth

I am my own muse

as much as I relied on you for inspiration

I am my own muse

art grows from separation