Friday Poetry: "Maybe You Could Be Your Own Muse"

I've been writing quite a bit lately (because fall break is amazing and I do not want to go back to school) and this week I wrote something that I rather like.

As always, suggestions and feedback are welcome. It's so wonderful to read your comments!

Wish me luck on my theory exam tomorrow—by the time I talk to you next it'll be over at last (!). I'll see you on Monday. xx

Maybe You Could Be Your Own Muse

you’re paint spilling across a blank white
canvas. blotted ink. eraser shavings.
not quite washed-out lipstick stains.

perfect, never.

but who wants to be perfect, anyway?
masterpieces never did come from the hands of
divine artists. you weren’t good enough for him,
never ever good enough, but darling, who cares?
did you ever think that maybe you weren’t
meant to be his poem? ever think that maybe you
could write your own story and be just as happy?

here’s something you should know:
you deserve so much more than the unspoken words
he gave you. you deserve sonatas and limericks. you
deserve singing ringing syllables and someone who
look at you and sees not a shadow, not a whisper of
what once was and what might have been,
but a symphony.

darling, forget about the sculpture he tried to mould
out of the stars in your eyes. with or without him,
everything you are is a masterpiece.