isn't the night such an abstract thing?
why are you my first thought in the morning?
is it possible to get so attached
to a person that you've never even touched?
i don't even know how to say what i feel
everything i experience feels weirdly unreal
yet here you are, reading this as we speak
i think you've figured out that my personality isn't for the weak
would you find it strange
if i wished that i was able to change
the way that you look at yourself so you could
adore yourself like how i would?
maybe i'm just another hopeless romantic
using poetry as an escape, my words chaotic
just like everything i do, although i try to refuse
how does it feel to be my muse?