Muse — Princess Ogiemwonyi

MUSE

Princess Ogiemwonyi

The bruises he left on my body led him to galaxies only he could see my screams he turned into backdrops for his melodies my blood he used as paint i should have known something was wrong when (he told me it was his favorite shade) my pain brought out his favorite shade my teardrops he used to decorate his poetry reassuring me that they added a much needed dimension to the page and i like a fool refused to acknowledge my own pain because i was a muse i was his muse he chose me when i had no one and nothing left to lose so i might as well be put to good use you see i was the spark and he was the fuse and when put together we burned brighter than any untamed fire and ever could ever should he told me he loved me all to distract me from the loosely wrung noose tied around my neck that tightened with every piece of artwork he produced you see i lost myself in him and he found himself in me and even i have to admit that there is some kind of wicked beauty in the irony and that is when he left me without even a goodbye and i began to realize to him i was nothing but low hanging fruit so when you listen to his music read his poetry gaze at his artwork or admire his choreography remember me look for me the broken girl hidden in every piece you see i was his muse and if you don’t believe me look closely i have the bruises to prove because something so few of you seem to see is how quickly being a muse can turn into being abused.