Muse
Have some respect.
It isn't her fault.
You expected too much.
Experienced much too little.
Like a feline
Coming and going
She toys with you
You allow it...
You masochist.
Such A 'Fair-Weather' Friend
Call her on it!
She'll change her tune.
Even smile...
'Happy Writing'
She'll say.
What a joke.
Like you needed her anyway.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world