and i wonder if one day she'll start writing about you too just another poet who made you her tragic muse i'll tell myself it's a coincidence that her writing's just like mine that we somehow just have mutuals and strangely similar lines i wonder if you see us as all the same figurine vastly different shadows with the same darkness beneath or maybe it's just you that always yearns to be a muse and when the verse stops selling you cut the spine loose.














