Of My Selfish Love

38 Comments
My selfish love

being loved by a writer;

Dear Muse;

Heart.jpg

When I say I’m in love with you,
I mean I am selfishly in love with you
I love myself through you.
I love seeing myself through your eyes,
I love seeing myself through my eyes,
imagining how I look through your eyes.
I love watching you read the words I wrote
and secretly knowing that they are for your eyes only,
although the whole world can read them too,

When I say I am in love with you;
I mean I love to see you listening to all the stories I have to share,
I love having you to express to;
my opinions,
my profound theories and beliefs,
Especially the silliest things,
along with the important things in my life.
I love hearing myself say these things as I imagine how they sound to you,
and how enthralled I imagine you are with me as I am;
With me.

When I say I’m in love with you,
I mean I love having;
Someone beautiful to wear,
like a favourite outfit.
I love the way you feel on me.
I love the way I feel about me when you are with me.

When I say I am love with you I mean I love how familiar you feel,
like I have known you forever,
in a place without time or in another life,
somewhere between my past life and my next life.
When I say I’m in love with you, I mean I love not being alone.
I love not being that tree falling in the forest that no one heard;
That book that has never been read.
I love having you as my full-time personal audience.

When I say I’m in love with you,
I mean I want you to give me all of your most precious gift;
Your Undivided Attention.
I want to be the reason your world lights up,
as you watch the fire that is me,
Burn.
I mean would burn down to the ground for you;
so you could watch me from its ashes rise like a phoenix.

When I say I’m in love with you, I mean I’m in love with being your sun,
monopolizing your orbit, being your gravity,
keeping you drawn back to me no matter how hard you try to jump or fly,
keeping you down.
Keeping you mine.
Lighting up your world
When I say I’m in love with you what I mean is I love staring at myself in the mirror only to see you standing behind me smiling.

When I say I’m in love with you I mean I love
being your mystery,
your riddle,
being what keeps you up at night,
your addiction,
your obsession.
I love being your altar,
your sacrament,
your icon,
your miracle.
I love being your answer.
I love being the object of your sacrifice.
I love being your pain.

When I say I’m in love with you, I mean that if I had to write down what gives me joy in one word it would be your name,
I love your voice,
When you say my mine,
Your lips,
When you smile at me.
Your eyes,
When you looking at me,
And when you do all three at the same time;

For an instant; time stops.


When I say I’m in love with you,

I mean I’m in love with breathing your air, eating your dreams.
I’m in love with being your drug,
your drug dealer
your dagger
your lil secret
Your Joy

When I say I’m in love with you,

I mean I love the story I can tell to my next love,
about my ex-love,
About how they will never compare to you or understand me like you do
about how beautiful things were,
How crazy,
How intense,
How storybook,
What a couple we were,
and how you gradually, inexplicably,
Bit by bit,
Disappeared.
How I still wait for you like the man who can not be moved;

When I say I’m in love with you,
What I really mean is that
only you make me Me,
and all the stories I have yet to write;
You Are My Muse.

~B

Advertisement

38 Comments

  4. Omg B that is everything!!!
    Lucky girl
    Butttt!
    If you love her like this…there should be no other
    You won’t need to tell her to the next
    It’s already completely complete
    ❤

    Liked by 3 people

    Reply

  6. Love you writing. This is so deep. The feelings are overwhelming I can feel them from here. I just might use these words somewhere, I’ll definitely attribute them to you B.

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

  9. Oh my for a moment I thought you were in love with me. But then you broke up with me. And I disappeared. Hahaha very good like all of your stories. Have always loved your stories. And you know that well.

    Liked by 3 people

    Reply

  10. A sweet musing and I know you LOVE her. Do you LIKE her? I was just discussing this with a friend. When someone is a friend/lover it can be crazy or peaceful. I’ll take peaceful. Thanks for sharing and best wishes to you.

    Liked by 3 people

    Reply

  16. I’ve enjoyed reading the comments as much as the poem.

    There’s no competing with this muse. Captivating piece right here.

    Liked by 2 people

    Reply

    1. The comment field is high key my favourite blog section, it’s like getting to rid what you write from a different perspective 😂😂😂
      Thank you Winnie
      ~B

      Like

      Reply
  17. Pingback: A Letter to the Reluctant Blogger – Part 2 | Growing Pains
  20. Pingback: The sunshine blogger award – The grey clover

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s