You are my muse. You haunt my soul.
You wrench my heart
And tease secret desires out of me.
You make me want to share my essence.
I think of you endlessly.
I want to give my vulnerable self to you.
Secretly wishing to gain your attention and respect.
You are my inner judge and my mirror when I self-reflect.
And even though I know that you
are critical and distant, self-absorbed,
I am bound to our memories.
You tip me upside down.
It’s not that I can’t let go.
It’s that I don’t want to.