Grasping at straws trying to find something new to fill the void
Nothing lost, still nothing gained
A new muse you could be.
A torrid love affair waiting to happen
Maybe you’re just a mirage my mind is creating for distraction.
Perhaps this longing feeling is something I’ve missed
But how about a taste?
Of everything I’m missing
In one fell swoop you could take it all away.
But what do I have to offer you in return.
My life.
For you would be revitalizing my very essence.
I’d owe it all it you
Every step. Every breath. Every word
It is yours.
But you must first give me you so that I can be me.
Once again.
Whole.
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