untitled 113
on the night that you flew away
to record all your songs for real
you said you felt cheated by seeing him too
because all of the words were for him
like the muse mattered more than the words
which were yours
taking all the art from the artist,
which is you
and all the power from the beauty of your voice
simply because he lives and doesn’t love you
and while I protested
I understood too
