You can officially say,
That I wrote about you
That for all of, three minutes,
You were my muse,
But yes, I wrote about you.
I write about all of my lovers,
My friends, my deeds, my non-deeds, my life:
this all to say…
it’s not you – it’s me.
So i wrote about me, through you.
I told you I’m a selfish lover;
It’s all about me;
Besides I cannot experience for another,
But, I did include your essence,
You passed it, and I gave you to the hunger
of my paper and pen
You’ll smile thinking all the while
‘Haha, I’m in her head!’
Nah, it’s cool enjoy
Just know this hurts me more.
But at least you can say
That I did write about you for
on the train
You were my muse.