10 AM, train

How do you deal with other people if you don't know how to deal with yourself?
How are you supposed to tell someone you're broken?
How do you explain to people that you never meant to hurt them, and you know all too well how it feels to hurt the way they do?

How can you ever expect someone to understand?

Share the memories
Share the fun
Give a note
That speaks on love
Pass a cloud
That puffs like smoke
Give your married one a kiss
And lift their hopes
If your not married
You'll find that one
One day.
Keep that hope alive
While the blue in the sky's
Will show you all goodness
You'll find a way.

I think about you. A lot. When I think about you, I find myself writing; writing about you. The things we've done together. The things I imagine we could do together. Even some of my dreams about you. And as I was thinking and writing about you. I realized that you are my muse. You are the one who inspires my thoughts, my dreams, writing, and my one wish [you]. You inspire me with everything you do. My Muse.