“Soul mates are muses. The people in your life you despise, disrespect and desire the most.”

“Did my courage make you crazy? Cripple you with the unknown?Did my silence create desire—make you feel things you could not discern?Is my shinning light exploding? Can your eyes not yet adjust?Is my forgiveness running through you? Knowing your pain I will not digest?Is my confidence disrupting the girl you LOVE to HATE the most?”

“You can only use someone for so long before you dry them out. How long does a muse last? When do you let them loose?”

“If you were green tea, I’d be your tea cup. If you were dark chocolate, I’d be the paper that wraps you up. If you were a train, I’d be your tracksIf you were a brain, I’d be the heart attached.”

“...but fame didn’t suit you, you compromised, a renegade rebel, you gave me your eyes.”

“Smile. Your eyes sparkle when you do.”

“I’m too tired, too tired hearing your mean-wording, your pretending, your name-calling, sorry, not sorry, words you write, I should forgive because you didn’t mean them right? Oh plus I deserved them? Alright.”