Tag Archives: muse

Rule for others and shape your desires for them, denying any emotions that may interfere, because you all still remember, too clearly, the one before who let it all fall apart with heartbreak.

Question my appearance connected to memories I still can’t reach. Are they best left alone while I stare at a stranger, creating a new person but still wondering where they came from.

Leave the room you trapped yourself in to get stronger and breathe freedom, hoping you can now face what’s to come.

Add three cages to fit into a filled space, stuffing more in and resenting the pressure, too overwhelmed to appreciate their usefulness for the future.

Rearrange to the bottom at my calling and wait to see if I return, perhaps I’ll forget, or maybe it was never the plan to begin with, but I still asked it of you.

Grip onto the making and feel included, even if you’re really a hindrance. It’s all perception in the end.

Use my own skin to rub away your layers, peeling them to reveal a trusting person, a beautiful being, while my own self is exposed, just as raw and open for you to understand.

Wake to empty and panic it is lost forever. Scrambling to confirm and too relieved to be angry when it returns, but cling on all the harder.

Nauseaus or exhausted, too hard to tell and too foolish to stop hoping, but dreading a repeat tragedy for either result.

Our corner of mayhem for you to enter and reset our rage over and over, earning what you need and discarding our blood, our reasons for being here are beyond your thinking.