I need my beautiful Muse,
I have no words for which that I can use, or anyone else that I would let abuse,
me in this way

I want my beautiful man,
I seriously thought we had a plan,
I would never put up with this or stand,
for the things you sometimes say,

I loved our beautiful life,
I would love to be your beautiful wife,
I'd never let another twist an angry knife,
as you stab I pray,

As you let me bleed to death,
cold on the kitchen floor,
I think,
as I take my last long final breath,
and look on heavens lovely shore,
I blink,
I am,
lying,
guilty,
in this endless pool of indigo ****** ink,
But like any relationship,
I will never
be really gone.