Muse

[fahye]

Open a blank mind

to you

I don’t need your hatred and
I don’t want your love
Let yourself inspire me
Let chalky fingers run over steel
And caress my imagination

I don’t need your glances
I don’t want your touch on me
Forget a passion without words
Words are everything, always
To a mind that’s seen too much

I don’t need another critic
I don’t want anything you can give
Tortured poet, you say – maybe
Watching you through curved glass
Clinical and searching for lyricism

I don’t need to live a cliché
I don’t want to feel this right
Don’t talk to me about truth
What place does it have in heaven?
I’ll live my story through you

I don’t need any more scars but
I don’t want healing either
Fevered scribbling to candlelight
A wick that burns too slow
Genius burns out early, they say

I don’t need darkness to see me through
I don’t want to live in the light
Give me words to set down
That’s all I’ll ever ask of you
And that’s nothing, right?

I don’t need you to kill me, heaven knows
I don’t want you to make love to me
Be as you’ve always been
But let me sift my thoughts
For just a few more hours

I don’t need to be damned forever
I don’t want your prayers
I can make you immortal
Don’t you understand?
...isn’t that enough?

Inspiration falls

onto an empty page