All these muses, plots and storylines just get to me too much sometimes.

Why do I feel
Have I taken it
Too seriously
For real?

It could never have
Worked out anyway –
I’m taken, and now I know
He is too
Far apart we are.

The curse of the writer
This vivid imagination
A good story requires
While in reality
I crash and burn.

Will I wake up
Feeling alright again?
Perhaps like always,
A blank new page
Another new day.


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