Ayanna Curry Poet Free verse

My Muse

I don’t like you as much as you like me
The wanting to be around every second
Falls foreign to me

I don’t like you as much as 
I believe I could 
At times you treat me good 
Others, I feel completely misunderstood

You see for every bad he does
He tries a bunch of good
But that bad shines brighter than any good could

I do not like you as much 
Because all of this was too soon 
For it was the virtue of patience 
That needed room
Patience for my soul
Needing a muse

That muse not being you
A muse that…
Pushes me over
That edge that I was terrified of going over…
With you

They alter my view
And you…
Wanted to grow in a dark room

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