Muse

At least that’s what I used to be.

Now I'm just an object,

The point of your contradiction.

I guess I should be feeling happy,

Feeling cocky,

Cause I'm what most girls wish they were.

The one that broke through to you blah, blah, blah.

Like you'd ever admit it.

Your poems were always so pretty,

When I had the attention span to read them.

Worst thing about Gemini's,

You know,

My fickleness and such,

Turned out to be the best thing about me.

At least I think so,  anyway.

Maybe if I were a Libra too,

You would've enjoyed my company more.

But in this world of give and take,

It doesn't ever work that way.

Maybe you did see me, fat chance though.

You saw what I let you see.

Go ahead and say I don't know shit about you,

Makes no difference to me.

Either way I know the secrets that you keep,

The fears you keep so close.

I'm not saying you don't know me.

Hell you know shit no one else knows, let's be real.

But like I said before,

You know what I let you know.

That's the great thing about a phone.

I guess I could be considered a whore and a liar.

Funny thing though, only the ones who hate me label me those.

Tell me, do you hate me?

Or do I still, deep down of course, bring you to your knees?

I guess that’s kind of an ego boost.

Now, I'm not looking for a fight,

Just wanted to write a poem is all.

This is what came out.

I guess you're on my mind more than I thought.

I'm not even sure how I feel about you.

I find you annoying and irksome.

Yet amusing.

I roll my eyes at the mention of you,

Yet I'm still subscribed.

I don't read your writing,

But on the occasions I do,

I want to ask you questions.

I especially hate when I hear something funny that only you would get.

You know what else I find funny?

Your knack for talking shit about things you don't know about.

Have a little humility will you?

I find it disgusting how callous you are.

I guess that comes from never feeling though.

Heartbreak, sadness, anger, blah, blah, blah.

How wide your perception of emotions is.

I guess you're pretty much an expert on the despair upon the world.

'Cept for the fact that the only emotions you've ever felt you've felt because of yourself.

We both know how empathy is unknown to you.

I guess this is pretty moot,

If you've heard it once,

You've heard it a million times.

So much for being your muse.