my muse...

Where do you come from,
and where do you go...
My heart needs you,
why can't you be found...

I miss you.
in the worst way
You keep me open.
You keep my lungs satiated with each breathe,
and give my mind the peace it begs for...

You always did.

Each time you leave,
heart and soul empty...
covered in bruises and cracks
my skin whipped with defeat

you teach me.

I think I understand now...