that night
when i heard
(another girl)
on something
you produced
is
the night
i wanted
to be your muse.
i was consumed
with the thought
of a collaboration.
a celebration
of two pregnant minds
birthing an idea.
i wanted to be your muse.
but you laughed and laughed
and laughed
as if i never built you back
up with my own two hands
as if your life isn't magic
when i come near
as if your problems
don't suddenly disappear.
as if that girl
on the track
offered you more
than i ever could.
you laughed
like i didn't deserve
to inspire you,
and it hurt.
YOU ARE READING
PILLOW
Poetrywhen my head hit the PILLOW, i dreamt of words and painted them with letters, hoping to release. hoping to find peace.
