(Written in late 2010, early 2011)
You're my muse.
I can only write when I've crawled into my hole, when I'm hiding my tears from the world. I can only write when I'm twisted and torn.
You do that to me.
Do you know sweetie, just how much you meant to me? The earth, the sky, the moon, I didn't care for.
But you... it was only ever you.
Do you know how many tears I spilled over you? A million and a half times forever.
All yours.
But it's been so long... and I'm still writing of the anguish you put me through. You won, but you didn't ever claim your prize. Is that what the game was all along? Conquer me only to leave?
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