The Muses

i died to be with you

i lied to be with you

i cut up everything that made me myself

to be what you wanted

i don’t blame you

i don’t blame myself

i blame us and our love for toxicity

because we both became each other’s poison

i’m not mad

in fact i let it go

because loving you was so sweet

that it killed the heat that i couldn’t see

i was addicted to you

enamored by you

i wanted nothing more than to be your muse

you painted me

but it wasn’t just me

you painted her too

as if i couldn’t see

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