I am a muse. Your clay for creation.
I feel your nails against my skin.
Cut so deep were your words that slit my face.
Through the crowd I feel your silhouette.
Your shadow under my feet and around my waist.
Golden eyes that follow my fingers.
Black as the color of your stare.
Pulling and pushing away from yourself.
Broken to the fact of my resistance.
Your whispers sneak around my ears.
I cringe at your "success".
You let me know there is a tomorrow, I never will say thank you.
What you want isn't my opinion.
Shoot out all the lights, leave your spears behind.
The surface isn't far behind.
We have to let it go, don't let me down deep.
Sleeping has become such a bliss.
You never fail to keep my eyes wide open.
Something slipped from the cracks of my lips.
Your fingerprints eclipse my train of thought.
This isn't all in my head.
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