yabs

(this is the most bland of all I've written... Despite the turmoil in my heart and mind... I guess it'll take time)

"Where shall I find inspiration?
The writer in me begs...
Will you come and break my heart?"
These I asked once before

Ever so concerned
At the death of a muse
I asked to be hurt
And be fueled once again

So now I am here
Due partly to my own actions
I poured myself into this
Believing in false hopes

Trusted another
As if the lessons I learned
Had never taken effect
And now I cry

My muse has returned
And I thank you
Although this pain is here
I can't help but smile

I have found myself again
This time I will not let go
I begin to write once more
Though not as intensely

I thank you for being predictable
You never fail to hurt me
Just as I expected
Yet I have nothing but gratitude for you

For you have returned to me
What I lost
Partly desired
Partly unwanted

Thank You...