Muse has needs

And how she would shine 

In the mornings 

Like the thrift-store diamond 

She wore around her neck 

A reminder, she'd tell me 

"This is as good as it gets"

She had this way of sorting trash 

Where every stone turned 

Is a gem 

"A multitude of treasure"

She'd say

"If only you remember to forget" 

But I needed 

I needed to remember 

I needed 

I needed her to heal 

My broken body 

With her perfect mind 

I needed to touch 

Her perfect body 

With my broken words 

I needed to write her in and out of existence

I needed to relive every moment I've loved her 

I needed to see her in her cheap feathers

I needed to watch her dig through garbage

I needed to keep my own hands clean

I needed to keep my heart broken

I needed perfect words

I needed to remember 

I needed her to heal 

My broken body 

With her perfect mind 

I needed to touch 

Her perfect body 

With my broken words 

I needed to write