sooooo he wrote this one and told me it was about me. its labeled my muse



My Muse

You were there again today. You’re always there when i need you the most. Picking up the shattered glass that is me and putting me back together.

Weekends hit me like a truck, plowing my body so deep into the ground that my screams go unheard. Darkness closes in around me and my breath stops coming altogether. I’m lost in this abyss, six feet underground, and I close my eyes for the last time.

Then all at once, my breath comes back, my body loosens, and light hits my eyelids so hard that it hurts. I open my eyes and see you at the top of this grave i’ve dug, leaning on your shovel with a smile that defies reality. You try to hide your wings, but you can’t. I grab your hand and you lift me back up to where I belong.

I turn around and your gone; the angel in shorts and stars in her eyes. A single white feather is left in your stead. It dances around me, begging me to play with it. I take it home with me; a little piece of you that I selfishly call my own.


You’re with me now. As I write this, your feather is my quill. Your wings keep me warm and your smile opens the curtains in my mind. I can see the world clearly now as I have never seen it before. Thank you for granting me this gift that no one else could give me.


My angel in shorts.



My Muse.


there's other ones that allude to me, stuff he's talked about with me before but he won't actually say its me. OH! and a picture...he looks way more like mexican in this picture than in real life. but whateve.



let me know what you think and junk.


i write the best blogs to you guys drunk :P

goodnight!