there have been women in your life
and there have been muses.
the ones that light a passion
so deep within you
and so birth within you creation
that even after their attention
has moved on to the next
(un)fortunate bastard
you still carry them with you
wherever you go
no matter how much you try
to forget ——
the gift once given
cannot be returned.
you are left with a choice:
wallow in self-pity and
ignore these parts of you
or
abuse the gifts and
in doing so
abuse yourself.
fires leave ashes.
mother nature speaketh thus
and the laws she gives
are immutable truths.
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