Calling you a muse is belittling it..
You aren’t the reason why I write..
You aren’t in my heart..
You aren’t in my thoughts as I put my pen to paper..
You aren’t the ‘he’ in the scenarios I pen down..
But you know what?
You are what I write..
You are in my words..
You are in every single drop of ink that fills the paper..
You are the somersaults my heart does as I read what I scrawled..
Baby, you aren’t the answer to the question ‘who is your muse?’
Oh no, trust me, you’re not..
After all, calling you a muse is highly belittling it…