The Muse & Her Demons

You left me here, alone, without even saying goodbye.

I crave your touch, your kiss, but you turn to stone.
I find myself chasing after you, but you never come for me.

When I need you most, I feel abandoned.

What did I do that was so wrong, so terrible?
What can I do to bring you back to me?

I feel torn apart, ripped open, and vulnerable.
I want to scream until my lungs give out.

There are no more tears; I’ve cried them all.

It wouldn’t matter if any were left, though.
You don’t see them anymore.

I am weak.


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