Dear muse
Do you remember
When we first met?
How I was drawn
By your writing
Before I really
Knew who you were

Our writing
Bonded us together
Sparked the ignition
Of a flame
Thought to burn forever

We were two kids
Made for this love
But not this life

Always hanging by a
Strand of light
Can't blame myself
Forever
For you leaving me blind

Dear muse
This ink
Bleeds for you

Conversation.
That's how it starts,
Doesn't it, a relationship,
And that's why it ends,
When there is none.

we all go out Gothic
in the end.

I would paint a picture,
But it will be words coming out.

I would love and come to talk
But my mouth will zip,
by the time I even open the door.

I would be willing to express an emotion
But bring you a hanger,
so you can pull it out from my throat.

I would say I'd love to prove a point
But then forget what it was even for.

I would think there are many ways to go
But then walk on the same road.

I think I know what I would like to do next
But my brain has gone for a stroll.