you, you are my muse
my unwanted agitated and abused
i love you then i leave you
with no explanations
for my lack of care, my strange behavior
and yet each time I come around
you are always waiting
patiently, to tell me things profound
you hold me up when i have nothing
no creative thought or words to express feeling
it is then that you become my soul again
and let out everything that i just hold in
yet, i will not commit to love
I will not promise to stay
I'll only come around when i need you
to help me again find my way
you, you are my muse
my tortured, neglected, and refused