runningwinded:

am i your muse?

If I kissed you, would you write sonatas about the way my lips felt

if we do not speak for three days and eight hours and then you show up at my doorstep with your heart in your hands and i crush it in my fists would you write a epic about it

when you are working do the thoughts of me waiting for you in our bed fuel you
can you see me lying there as vivid and clear as your own reflection

now, when you look at yourself, do you see me

am i hidden in the layers of paint thrown onto canvasses at four twenty seven am when the sun is aching to rise but knows it is not yet time

do you (when nights are clear and cool) look up into the sky (with its smattering of stars) and look for my face in the constellations

can they hear me in your voice
do they see my residue shimmering on your skin
can they tell i have been near you
have i left trails through your existence
like you have left on mine
did you know that when you touch me
you leave behind fingerprints?

(you leave marks on me
that you think are invisible) 

(Source: cettereliure)