My muse…

We don’t know each other You know my darkness 

You know my past 

But we don’t know each other 

Not really, not completely 

You’re just learning how crazy I really am 

And with every new quirk 

Every nutty thing I let you see 

I am inspired 

I have never had a muse before 

But every time I explain my little crazy quirks, the beauty of them, the way I see things 

The words, the emotions, the beauty… I just… I need to get it out… I need to get it all out 

So, my muse, this is to you and all the beauty that you bring forth
-B. 8-19-17

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