My muse

I like the way you smile

And the colour of your eyes

The way you are my muse

In the thoughts that I disguise

I like how you pretend

You don’t see the way I stare

And how you keep on talking

As if I weren’t there

I like how you remember

The things I’d like to forget

And how we disagree

On the day when we first met

I like how you stay silent

But never let me talk

As if I were a burden

But I am all you’ve got

And I like how you claim

That meeting me was fate

When deep down we both know

I am the one you hate