it's interesting how intially
with you I felt nothing

but now that it's over
there's this banging in my chest that's scREAMING

                  "please come back to me"

I never wanted you
     but want you now

but before all I felt was nothing.

see, I didn't mean for you to be my muse
       -my sense of pain and isolation

but now you are.
and isn't that just ironic

because before there was barely even a spark
& now my fingers ache and tingle
constantly outstretched
           -reaching,
          wondering where you went
          wondering what you meant when you said
                "maybe our timing was wrong,
                      but I'll always be here for you"

is that really true?


because the one before you sang the same tune.  



oh, you didn't mean to become my muse.
but now you are.