A/N: I'm getting over a VERY long crush, so I'm coping. After a fashion. Yeah.
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I hated when I loved you
Don't think I love you anymore
And this is why it's funny
I'm worse off than before
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You were my muse
You were my fire
You were my darkness
You are such a liar
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You were my obsession
You were sort of my friend
You are a ghost
And this is my end
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Every sharp edge pulls to me
I look for you less than I did
My poetry is dull and cold
Life is so much harder to live
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I've lost my infatuation
And the fake thing that I loved
You stole my inspiration
Now I need some long-sleeved gloves
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To cover the scars you gave me
To cover the pain I felt
If all my interest's gone now
Why am I still in this hell?
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You hardly stir my blood
Your blank eyes don't burn me
My heart doesn't really chill
I don't care that you spurned me
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My obsession was my anchor
And now I'm over you
I'm floating in this vacuum
Are these words even true?
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Probably not Ryan's last chance to be my muse, but maybe. I am not sure.