life constantly being faced with false pretenses of emotions
is it crush or are you just lonely and in a rush
do you really like her or do you like the idea of her
the idea of love
that someone can love you,
it gives you this high that you simply can't deny
but you see the hidden cause of her being oh so vain
see a path full of pain,
see the growth of her insecurity
how she was left with so much passion but no sense compassion
some say she will bring herself down in flames
but would it not be a fire so beautiful, that they themselves will be drawn in because she is the devils spawn, she brings you to sin but every time she knocks, you can't help but let her in
because those nights where you felt so hallow inside,
she was there
when she isn't there all your thoughts sound the same,
your mind is only ever running in circles
you're desperately trying to rake up all the thoughts that are sharp and loud far into the back of your mind
then you wait..
wait for them to become something
less,
less then a murmur
before you gain the urge, to pick up the pen and give your thoughts life
but ha.
you won't because it scares you more than life itself
giving her life again
after trying to destroy her
she can never love you again
your muse
why must inspiration manifests itself
in a female form, igniting creativity
she is a flame inside you
flickering,
teasing,
caressing,
smoldering.
teetering on the edge of imagination.
and you are a painter
decorating canvases with words
of her
your words are endless
knowing no bounds
she is your cruel inspiration
she is the fuel that keeps you feeling
the smile on your face
the pain in your heart
the hello that never comes
the inevitable goodbye