"you don’t exist if i don’t see you, you won’t exist until I feel your muse."

Best friend and I were discussing how I feel about people, as I was trying to decide if I finally was really falling for someone else, someone new.
My past was brought up, from who I was to who I am, and well my best friend can sum it all up in one little line, every time.

her: "He was your muse"
me: "holy fuck you're right. so right.."


that is all you were. perfection in my book. complete perfection built from my mind, I felt as if I imagined you.
You were so lifeless, people summed you up as dead. but I loved you.
You inspired me, you still inspire me.

The songs Ive written, these words that come out,
they are all thanks to you,
the poems,
the art,
the paper castles and the paper glued to my wall.

This is all I wanted, all I craved,
it's been filled. I pushed you away just so I could create.


you were my muse.