Muse

I'm normally a reserved person,

But you tear that out of me with unbridled passion.

I think you like to watch me squirm.

I know so much about you,

But there is still so much more to learn.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

I need to pace myself,

But something about you urges me forward.

I'm tired of stagnancy.

I've heard of this feeling,

But I have always figured people were just exaggerating.

I can't wait to find out.

I hadn't written in years,

But I find myself breaking that tradition.

I guess I found my muse.

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