On Muses

An exploration of inspiriations.

The Defence

Hey there sweetheart, Don’t blow a fuse: He’s not my lover, He’s just my muse.
Cherry

I know the pieces fit

He spent two years And half of his hard-earned On a paint-by-numbers so intricate He had to complete it from above special glass That blew it up That fattened his hand.

On Idolatry

Take to your stage And warrant my gaze Grant me the anonymity of Just another girl Caught in your wave. Just someone else In this human sea: Just someone else

Famous

Every time I see your name my insides implode And every tiny, dragging step I ever took towards autonomy is Undone. And so although at one point I was in love with your dream,