Ever since you left I haven't been able to write, it's funny cause who would've thought that Love would take away the one thing I love doing the most, you took away my Muse instead of my heart, the spark died and the words dried up, cause my favourite part isn't how good the write up is but your little reviews after reading it, how we'll sit down for hours dissecting a poem I wrote, Ever since you left I can't even get past 3 words without thinking of you, they say "love will hurt you" nobody said anything about losing my Muse, cause what good is an Artiste without his canvas, or a painter with no paint, no matter the perspective the picture isn't complete without you, this may be the last piece, No more, and if you're reading this it's too late..