My Muse Poem by Clare Murgor

I am his muse
I love being a poet
He loves being a poet
But I love being his muse
Could we just tear one wall down
I want him to see himself from this side

He does not love painting I guess
He should have noticed the bright paintings he leaves on this side
He does not love light I guess
But he leaves this side a beautiful light
Deep down I know he knows
But he wants to fly away
He wants to run fast
He wants to be a beast he's not
He is my muse also
Just that he does not approve of this
But I want him to see this side
To allow me tear down the walls
To feel the warmth of the light he leaves with me.