can i be your muse?

i don’t want to be adored.

i want to be studied.

not like a painting on a gallery wall, distant and still—

i want to be the thing you can’t stop returning to with shaking hands and half-breaths.

i want to ruin your routine.

can i be your muse?

not for art.

for ache.

for devotion.

i want to live in the pauses.

the quiet just before the kiss.

the thought that drips slow and sweet through your day,

unexpected but unmistakably mine.

i want to be the distraction you stop calling a distraction.

the pause in your productivity.

the moment your eyes lose focus,

because something inside you is tugging at a memory you haven’t made yet.

i want to be the name that doesn’t need to be said out loud.

the one that hovers just behind the lips.

the one written between the lines,

underneath the lines,

beneath every sentence you can’t finish without thinking of me.

i want to be a part of your work.

not the subject, not the surface.

the origin.

the reason you reach for pen and paper in the dark,

the thing that keeps your mouth parted mid-sentence.

that sharp intake of breath before creation.

i want to be the story behind the story.

the undercurrent.

the heat you try to subdue in every line.

i want you to create because of me.

not for me.

not about me.

because something about me throws you off balance.

because something about me makes the room tilt.

because something about me doesn’t leave when i do.

i want to exist in your gestures.

in the way you shift in your seat when a lyric lands.

in the way you write more deliberately after a dream you can’t remember,

but still feel on your skin.

i want to be the reason your hands remember softness.

the reason you write slower.

the reason you think longer before speaking.

i don’t want to be held.

i want to be wanted.

with intent.

with precision.

with urgency so sharp it hums.

i want to be silk sheets and bitten lips.

candlelight catching bare shoulders.

the kind of night that never quite fades out of memory.

can i be your muse?

your unspeakable.

your almost.

your not-quite-finished thought.

i don’t want forever.

i want to haunt you.

softly.

deliciously.

until you have to write me out of your system just to sleep.

and still—

i’ll linger.

you’ll call it inspiration.

but it will be me.

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