My Muse At Cafe' Muse Poem by gina layog

My Muse At Cafe' Muse



'ART IS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTY IS WHEN ONE IS BEING LOVED, ONLY THEN CAN HE BE DEFINED' (ROBERT MUSIL)
ANSWER: HE IS MY MUSE
I'm in love with the idea of being in love or whatever that means,
Sad thing is that he is in love with someone else,
Why does he have to post their picture? knowing that I could see?
Could you tell? do you have to see my vulnerability,
Be plain as daylight, revealed through the pain in my eyes,
Is it your way of torturing? I guess you're one of those that needs to feed their egos with other's pain, knowing that its you they yield their tears and rend their hearts too, that's the only way you define yourself too, to my dismay, I bury your name down the grave (incidentally your name rhymes with 'grave') '
No further notice, no funeral wake, no funeral pyre, not even a tombstone, just something to hasten the demise,
its my way of saying goodbye to something precious to me inside,
this I have to abide, I know your kind, perhaps I'm wasting your time,
What we have is never gonna transpire, but the poetry, beauty I create
that you inspire in me, will stay, grow and bloom inside me....
Yes, you're my muse and always will be, it's better to cherish and love
you from afar knowing that if I get close to the flame, I will only get hurt and burn....It'll be my fault, and cause all this to my self,
only me to blame
It will be a sign, like the ones before you, that I still am loved by my friends, my books, my kayaking, my feathered friends and going to cafe' muse and all that, they'll help me grow,
this experience enriched my life, made me a better person, alive,
By the lake, I tossed your name to the waters, watched your face
fade, recede, ride away along with the waves, as my tears wash
and release me.....I let go...
I am cleanse and free, the wind with me bringing me home

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