Where are you now? One second, I was writing with all my heart. All emotions spilling out on paper but then suddenly, you’re gone. The ink in my pen has dried out and no words are forming in my mind.
Why did you have to leave me when I’m already at the highest point in my life? Happiness is overflowing in me and I couldn’t contain it. But once you’re gone, I couldn’t even smile. Everyone kept on asking why I was looking so blue. My laughter seemed so fake and my eyes always looking at a distance. Why do you come only when I am so full of love, and then disappear when my heart is broken? The songs I listen to right now are meaningless. I usually get my ideas on what to write from all those songs but I can’t hear the melody anymore. You just had to take the music with you. Did you really have to take all my happiness with you? It’s not fair that you had to take it all. I need to express my self somehow… to someone, anyone. I don’t know how to go on with my stories without you there beside me.
When will you come back? Tomorrow? Next week? At the forth night? Mind you, my dear muse, I don’t think I’ll fall in love again that easily. I am not even healed from this current heartache. I thought I could share with you my thoughts on this but you slipped away so silently, I didn’t even hear the door of my mind creak. I guess this is what I get from getting too close to you. They say you shouldn’t get too close with your muse, they’re only there to inspire and they’re not a shoulder to cry on. Did I hurt you in anyway? Didn’t I listen to what you always tell me? I’m saying all this because I know I couldn’t live without you there. I’ve finally admitted that to myself. You’re just too damn special to me.
Please come back. I just couldn’t write prose or poetry without you filling my mind with the most expressive words. I need to hear you whisper to me all the feelings and emotions we share for me to put it all on paper. When you read this please don’t think I found a new inspiration. This is what I have left of you. Tomorrow, I think I won’t be able to write anymore. You are my inspiration.
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