Muse

I had a muse once;

she was my inspiration,

she was my balance,
she was my addiction;

not many can understand

a relationship such as this,
it is far more complicated
than it appears,
much deeper than meets
the eye;

everyday we would delve

into bold, new worlds,
forbidden territories,
outlawed loves,
lost and forgotten lives,
each more fantastic than
the other,
each more twisted
than the next,
strangers meeting on
foreign shores,
whispered rumors,
destinations very few
can fathom;

laying them at her feet,

an offering of darkness
upon an altar of suffering
and sacrifice,
living for her approval,
bathing in her radiance,
hanging on her every breath,
she owned every fiber
of my existence;

she was kind,

she could have drained me
of every drop,
leaving nothing behind,
she could have destroyed me;

she released me instead;

sometimes I miss my muse,

the words came much easier
with her than without,
but I became stronger
as a result,
so I think that it is
better this way.

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