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melodramatic muse [poem]

I’m sick of writing you poetry
of allowing words to
cascade across the keyboard and into existence
at your memory
I’m sick of finding the deepest meaning in
the scars you made
of feeling anger
or happiness
when I see your face
it’s twisted
you
are my melodramatic muse
the minor notes of a chord that make it sing
sweet pain through the heart
you
the sickly seductive lure of rotten fruit
of fermented brews bottled to celebrate or
commiserate or
forget
you
I could unlearn the English language
and still end up with too many words for you
I’m so sick of writing you poetry
but
thank you
for the inspiration

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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