I swooned at the way
Your thoughts mirrored mine.
How intoxicating to be with
One of my own kind.
Soon enough I was drunk
On your precious little words.
Making strings of poetic phrases
While mine became more slurred.
Those verses like a caress
Over the scars and the bruises.
But now I'm just an afterthought
And you're one of my muses.
{m.w.}
