Tag Archives: muse

Search for a recharge with the past for memories you convinced yourself you outgrew, but now haunt and remind you of fond familiarity and leave a hole you long to fill.

Forget me until I spur your interest in unexpected remembrance that I can surprise, amaze, make you feel something you never thought possible, no matter how much you deny me.

Cuddle her closer while I watch outside the bubble of warmth, praying you remember I exist for more than a side glance.

Cross and spray, coating yourself in a protective layer of sweat while the grease sits and waits, hoping to seep in and bury itself beneath, to corrupt and expose all your flaws.

Wait on my whim, organise everything in-between and hope it all works out, that your day still means something, and you remember you are alive.

Walk in to chaos, familiar but still unwanted, less time to squeeze more in, until everything bursts and is impossible to put back together, or recognise what it once was.

Something for me, only me, that I will fight for, be selfish for, kill for. This is what you wanted, right? So why aren’t you here, to witness the pain it has brought.

Waiting and circling, praying for the opening to praise and leave so the day can end and everyone can recharge.

Introduce you to fresh air and the wonders of pavement, splatter yourself in rain and realise how small you are in this big scary world. But don’t worry, we’re here to keep you safe.

Increase my living so I’ll waste more in the same place, working to afford enjoyment while running out of time to use it. Welcome to the circle, you can’t get off.