The Placebo of a Soul Mate
Sure, you've talked yourself into believing.
That you've found your soulmate.
Although they're deaf to the heartbeat of your muse.
Through verse, you showed them the tender facets.
Annoyed, they quickly scan your lines (the veneer of courtesy).
Then quickly toss them aside like a snot rag.
With a cool word stuck to it.
Their dead eyes tell you everything
They couldn't care less about your heart.
What you wrote and the color of your dreams.
Truth is, they'd rather be doing anything but read (you).
Even when you're making love to them.
They're thinking, "But I'll never make love to your muse".
But that muse is you.
That's why I think you may have settled for the placebo of your real soulmate.
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