Muse Troubles

Been a while since I stopped keeping track,

of these storms that you have cooked up in your heart.

You know the ones, they helped you drop a single tear,

made you manically laugh,

made my skin felt like it's own master.

I wrote like a man with no friends,

who stares at glistening bulbs until it's blurry.

I wonder if my thoughts are mine, or are they yours?

So immaculate this intravenous obsession,

hands with no feelings and the mind with a million.

I used to taste the wine, now I just inhale it,

with the spread of your contours half mapped.

They lay unexplored as I fell off one of those cliffs,

and now, there's no circus to go along with you.

Unravelled complexity looks so simple,

when you count the stars and I just listen,

this is not love, that's not how we defined it,

we were above it, this sandglass was bottomless.

I could feel the laws bending in your wrist,

a hut full of artwork in your eyes,

where is that surge, I keep looking for it

has somebody seen it? I wish they have,

so we can bid farewell, not to the gentle talks

just to the electricity, it will find home in a new pair of eyes

It was nice while it lasted.