Muse

I love what you do to me

what you allow me to be

who I can be.

I love what we do together

how our minds become one

how you inspire me.

I love how I can read your expression

I know what you’re thinking.

You read my stories

stories you helped write

stories you nursed

and your expression tells me what you think.

You love

you hate

but you’re honest

because you’re my muse.

You’re my love

my true love

you’re my muse

my one and only freedom.

(A rushed and yet personal poem that I wrote after watching the trailer for Ruby Sparks.)