Muse

Would it have helped if pretended to be less in love with you? Would it have given you space to fall instead of suffocating you?
But how? .… how can I be less knowing there’s so much of me that lives within you?
I may create art but you’re always the muse, every word that I write, every color that I touch, every melody I produce…. you…. you are the muse to my existence. So I risked it all, I tripped over my self-esteem and landed on my pride and it shattered when you said that you didn’t want to be tied down. And I was there confessing my eternal love and you were scared…. scared of the happily ever after I dreamt about. They say home is where the heart is but through you I was robbed of my homeland.