Atleast I have a new muse

I miss you.

I don't know how else to start this.

But I need to say something or I may just implode.

I was the one that walked away.

I was crying.

You were calm.

Even knowing you have said what you did about me.

It seems you were falling out of it fast.

Why am I still so set on you?

So many people. People who would maybe adore me as I adore you still.

But no. They just want you. Every time I try forcing myself to swallow down the idea of loving someone else the way I have you and I spit it up disgusted. No no- It's you or back to the solitude. This changes nothing. You were an exception and I fucked it up. So alone it is. Maybe it's better that way for now. Time will tell I suppose.