When you and I lived together,
I dubbed you my muse.

I wrote parts in plays for you
that only you could play.

Inspired by your blonde hair and freckled eyes,
my stage directions tailor-made for you
married dialogue which only you could speak.

I took into consideration:
your mannerisms (cock of the head and a smile after each line)
your abilities (commitment)
your disabilities (poor eye contact and a family madness)
your strength (abandonment)
your weaknesses (self-absorbed and isolated)
your youth (22 and sheltered)
your ignorance (unaware)
your lack of life experience (22 and sheltered)
your Shakespearean voice (much different than your everyday one)
your Sarah Kane desires (brutality and blood)

But soon I shocked upon a very scary realization:

I was not living with my muse.
I was living with my compromise.

01/07/2008

Posted on 01/07/2008
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