Category : Poems

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I feel like I need to say sorry..
I feel as though I take your words and make them into more that they are..


And no this is not a moment for you to say I told you so but my moment to say I told you so because... well.. you... 


You make me feel ways I thought I couldn’t. Imagine a life that I thought was unreal. You stirred up a feeling in me that I thought surely had died. 


You are my words.. with out the constant back and forth I feel I may loose them again. I pray for a way to use them in ways that don’t involve you but it always seems to come back to you... 


My apologies to my muse. 
It must be hard to be the muse of an artist. Your words constantly twisted in ways that do not reflect their true meaning. You say “how was your day?” I hear “I don’t love you”.  You say “I miss you” I hear “get ready for me to force open your heart just to tear it to pieces again” knowing I can’t handle that again. But here we are with words never really said.  




My apologies to my muse. I can’t explain why it’s you who provokes these words... but if you choose to go I’ll understand, just leave my words