Dear Muse

I’m staring at your sticky note,
“I waited hours for you today.”
I know, I know. I’m sorry, yo.
I have to clear my head today.

I’m deep inside my own behind.
I do not value what I have.
But then I fight, as if I’m right.
“I value you. I always have.”

It doesn’t matter how I feel.
It matters how I feel they feel.
And how they feel I make them feel.
And how to feel the way they feel.

You see? You see how lost I am?
I have to clear my head tonight
Before I write about the fight
And everything I feel tonight.

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