I find it a bit comish
that I had to leave you to miss you
when we were together
I cursed you with every morsel of my being
you caused me many tears
not physically ofcourse, it was the feelings you stirred up
the feelings that made me want to lock myself in a shark cage
at the center of the earth and be there alone
lost. forgotten. dead
waiting for my fossils to be dug up by anthropologists eons later
it’s funny how much I love you now
how much I yearn for you
I never experienced this side of you
nor this side of me
it’s like scales have fallen from my eyes
and i’m beginning to peel a new layer of you
different from what I’ve been used to before
and I hope you feel the same way too
that you can feel a part of me
you can see me, as a whole
not a half-blood you loved to loath
me, for not only who I am
but for who I am becoming
oh my I hope you do
because I want us to remember each other
not for the past
but for every waking moment
I’m imperfect. say you can appreciate my mess
and I’d be lucky enough to see yours unfurl too
Love, Your former muse.
How lovely and full of hope and love. Enjoyed reading it.
Thanks so much