Muse

I wish the tingles I am feeling

Could be your fingertips across my skin

I wish this love song

Could be your voice whispering

Sweet nothings

I suppose I’m getting tired

Of being lonely

And I always find myself wishing

That somewhere on the street

I will see your face and know

That everything will be okay

But you’re far, far away

And I don’t have the patience

To sit and wait

So instead I find myself listening to love songs,

Writing poems about you,

Though I know you do not deserve it,

You do not deserve my words, my thoughts,

My heart

But here I am,

And here is yet another poem about you,

My unfortunate muse