
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 pr...