For My Muse

I think it started with a cup of tea.
How can I ever be something more than
Me, maybe more like you: Brutal, lovely, true,
Yet somehow modest with all that you do.

Your words are the diamonds that I never
Owned, the dioxide to my flower. Your
Glass shards, truth I could absorb
Hour after hour. Of burning eyes, I too
Have learned something of defeat. The
Next girl that says she cares, I may
Feign death and retreat. Perhaps we
Might take a walk, not as lovers, but
friends, and as worlds apart,through
The forest of night shielded from the
Dying sun by a canopy of twilight.

A single breath, I too have breathed,
Maybe the breath you've taken from me.
It seems you've reached somewhere inside
And bled my feeling on a page you write.