My Muse

You had me at first glance

You gave me more than just a chance

You lit a fire in me that I can never defuse

You the artist became my muse

A love letter turned to cross country road trips and plane rides

Then you moved across the world to a different city with different tides

The distance was nothing too deep, because it was you that I wanted to keep

Even though at different times we would fall asleep 

You were pulling away and I tried to hold on tighter 

But for me it was obvious you weren’t a fighter

Someone new, more talented and interesting

I cant blame you, but it sure as hell does burn and sting

I told my friends it didn’t hurt

I distracted myself with a concert

In your hair remained the reds and blues 

But I should have seen the signs that maybe I just wasn’t your muse