Muse.

the inspiration to my sad poems have always been the one who has broken my heart.

that is why I never wrote about you.

we used to be two lost souls finding each other,

in crowded cities, in the dark of the night, in splashes of blood from our hurting.

we were two damaged souls making our way to each other,

claiming each other’s heart as our initial homes,

until we realized that those homes were excavated before we even knocked on the doors.

so, we wrote instead.

we wrote because we knew, it wasn’t the person who was a home, it was the idea that had been sheltered us from fear of loving.

— n.f.r