If only he knew that
he is my muse.
I get my best material
out of the things
he says,
what he does,
and who he is.
And I love him for it.
But I am actually so
happy for once.
And just one more kiss
that tastes like beer
and last summer,
isn't worth losing some one
I might spend the rest
of my life with.

But I wish he was happy,
and I wish it was because of me.