Cause there's no copyright infringement formalities yadayada stuff, i'm gonna let this post stay here, unless she threatens to kill me lest i remove this..
I need a new muse. A different pair of eyes staring back at me when I close mine. I need a different face to think of when listening to songs. A different voice in my head when I can't get to sleep. I need a different mind to explore. I need somebody new.
I need somebody other than you.
It's pathetic, really. But most tragic is how you'll never know. I'll never be able to relate to you the dreams I can't recall. You're never gonna find out about the numerous posts drafted for you, the few that made it to publication - also for you. I'm never gonna tell you about the little codes I scribbled on my notebook that time we sat together staring at the traffic go by. You will never know about the secret conversations I have with my alter ego when I stare so very blatantly at you.
And with not even the slightest of inklings, you're gonna wake up tmrw morning feeling just the same. And as much as I see the need to move forward, I hope I wake up tmrw morning also feeling just the same.
Because even if only some of the things here are true while others were purely fabricated out of thin air, you're still the inspiration. You were, is and will always be my (secret) muse.
