Muse: Apologies if this isn't your usual type of letter

He was my muse

Rhythm to my rhyme

The heaven to my hell

Dark brown eyes

Bright like the morning sun

But words shape

as a two-edged knife

As my blood runs ever so dry

On the cold concrete floor

As my eyes shed one

teardrop at a time

Lips soft as a butterfly touch

To my muse that was never mine

Touch as delicate as a baby's touch

Words smooth as the lies that were told

Like sugar-coated sweets, my muse

That was never mine

It was wrong but felt so right

I was young and naive

But oh how his touch was like

the start of a wildfire burning within

My heavenly abode, my muse

That was never mine

Macaroni always goes better with cheese

To the muse that was never mine

My love for you flowed

Like the river of Jordan

To the muse that was Never Mine, Thank you

For showing me what it was like

Now as my tears dry

My love now runs dry

As my ink drys, as the pain dulls

To the muse that never mine

Thank you for the love

That was never meant to be mine

To the muse that was never mine

I prayed that someday your love will be mine

But now I never want to be loved by you

To the muse that was never mine

I hated you for the hearts that you took

But loved you for the moments that we spent

To the muse that was never mine

I pray that you have a good life

But I pray that you bleed like I once did

To the muse that was never mine

My love that was like a sip of

Cold water on a hot summer night

Now it runs cold as a winter's night

To the muse that was

never mine,

your voice once

Held the power to make my heart flutter

To the muse that was never mine

My blood runs cold by your touch

To the muse that was never mine

The ring said Forever love

But your actions say otherwise

To the muse that was never mine

My heart aches as the lies were

over and over again

To the muse that was never

mine

I dreamt of waltzing

The field of dandelions

under the starry night sky

To the muse that was never mine

I wrote stories and poems that

you will never read

To the muse that was never mine but

I wished on a shooting star that you were

To muse that was never mine

Do you regret breaking the

hearts of those that loved?

Do you enjoy seeing those

that loved in pain?

To the muse that was never mine

I hate you for making me love you

But I hate you the most for making

Into a fool

To the muse that was never mine

Did any of our moments ever

cross your mind?

To the muse that was never mine

I painted you with rose-coloured glasses

Now all I see is black and white

Wounds healed, eyes dry

Smile bright, I once dreamed

that it would always be you

To my muse, to my home

That now lies in ashes

To the muse that was once mine

how I wanted to love you,

to hold you close to kiss away

the scars that you're too scared to

show anyone else.

To show you just how much I love

And adore you,

but I already know that I can’t

even if I wanted to.

I’m too broken to ever show you,

too scared, too hurt to show

just how much I love you

To the Muse that was once

mine but never was

I don’t like pain

But yet with you

it’s like my mind is

telling me to run

but my heart says to stay

As if I didn't deserve love too.

To the muse that was once mine

But I would still wear

that ring around my neck for

a reminder to never forget.

But you will always be mine.

To the muse that was once mine but never was

I always wonder and ask why can't it be me?

Why can’t you see that I’m the one for you?

To love you and embrace you,

Is it that you're too blinded by pride?

To see the value of what's in front of you?

To the muse that was once mine

but never was

Despite all the pain that you cause me,

you're like cocaine.

I know that you're bad for my health

but every time

I hear your soft silk voice and

feel your touch against my skin.

My love for him was nothing

but a lousy joke-wrapped

in foolish play,

how stupid I was to

love a man such as him,

but yet I bled these words

out on a blank page.

He was my home

my paradise

my safe place

The only thing that kept me sane

In this maddening world but

I guess this is the price I pay

This is my KARMA

I hated it,

I hated loving him even if he hurt me,

I hated looking like a fool even so,

it’s foolish of me

To my muse that was once mine

Now all it feels like

Four corners,

four walls in a

house where peace

feels ever so foreign,

like a tourist passing by,

four walls,

four corners filled

with nothing but screams,

profanities, hostility, pain,

and trauma.

To my muse that was once mine

You were my home, but now

all I have is a glass house

I loved him dearly

but oh how

I hurt him with my words.

To the muse that was once mine

but never was

I hate you but oh how

I loved those brown glistening eyes

So to the muse that was never mine

Fuck you….for making me like this

🖕❤️‍🩹