So many songs
I gotta disassociate
From what they used to mean
Happy tunes
Somehow turned blue
Letting go of you
Hopefully
They will remind me
Of somebody new
Soon

We are done
You ain’t the one
My vision was skewed
But this is not news to you
I tried too hard
Or not hard enough
But that is irrelevant
I still took so much away from it
Maybe more than I gave
Thank you for the inspiration
Thank you for being my muse
Gratitude is what I feel for you
At this moment of truth

Currently
I stay attached to thee
Perhaps because you let me be
You do not discourage me
Which I perceive optimistically
But it could be true
That you simply don’t care
Or you’re completely unaware
Or maybe I disgust you
What’s a girl supposed to do
With no idea what is true
And “could be”
Maybe
Vague and shady
Glimmers of crazy
When not a no
Perceived as a maybe

As it stands now
One of us is a fool
It’s probably me
But it might be you

My muse is unreliable
Silent most of the time
But when he finally sings
It’s a sound sublime
Unfortunately
For all of us
Including mostly me
He doesn’t
Believe

I cannot miss what I have never had
Or love who I’ve never met
But that sort of mystery
Surrounds you a lot
I’ll bet

The pedestal is rusty
It lost it’s glisten shine
Busted down and termite-filled
How does it look so fine?