MY MUSE...
I'm still trying to find closure. I want to run, far away from all the hurt. I gave too much, gave my all and now i'm paying...painfully.
The pain is gruesome, unending it seems. My muse, i said...i thought, my inspiration, my support system, how mistaken i was.
I could spend the whole day talking to you, watching you do all that you loved to do, and still be happy. I enjoyed to give you all the time you wanted and needed in the world, i was going to wait...wait? Yes, wait you said, give me time, i'd be confused handling my relationship with you and what i have with her, u said. I hoped, i would be a priority to you, to your heart.
Your voice is a soothing balm to my soul. You are much more than you know...my MUSE. So finally, you remember, that call, the silence broken, the pain swept away by a mere call? How? This is much more intense than i thought and hoped for.
My muse, i said? How possible is that? My hopes and expectations maybe but, NO...not sure, how can one feel so much pain and hurt, and still want to...