muse

You hurt me in unspeakable ways

You shattered my being.

Time is slower as healing progresses.

I have sympathy for you —

You made me your muse.

Your art will always be decorated with me.

You’ll go through hours of footage and frames;

Seeing my face glowing through the two dimensions.

And you’ll whisper, “what did I do?”

They’re beautiful, but they’re not me.

They won’t make you feel the way I did.

You wonder why you can’t produce the way you used to.

You lost yourself within the frames.

For a split second you thought you had returned,

Until you realized it was me that brought you back to earth.