Muses - Poem by Jan Hauck
I cannot ask what you are doing to me
When I seek you out and ask for it.
I want to feel you and be you,
Through music, words and pain.
The way you are melancholic, distant,
Manic pixie dreams...an idea,
I want to write through you and not be me,
Through my self that I project.
You help me see myself, hate myself
And enjoy the amusing musings,
I want to turn myself into art
Through inspiration from you.
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