When you were my muse, I could write every lyric with ease.

Words into a river while the river passed by,

Sweeping me under and dragging me through mud.

I’ve burned my skin to rid of you,

charred scars cracking and staining;

Forever remaining are memories of the mask you’ve always worn.

Memories of the mask that was too torn

to decipher the plastic from the plaster from the person.



Even now words ring through ears, wring my tears out

when I think of what you were and aren’t.

One in the same, everything and nothing

And every where in between.



You mined my mind when you were ‘mine’

And gold turned coal after you stole

Every fabric of truth until I’d only lie

on a blanket of warm velvety lies.



I do not make sense of my own words

yet I know that because they are yours

the dam is ****** to never keep the river completely out.