i want to be poetry and poet.

I wonder what it's like to be a poet,a muse;

Inspiration and the view.

To be adored, to be dreamt,

To be cherished and to be meant.

For seeing myself from his eyes,

For reading myself in his words,

And to be his whole world.

Questioning if he notices the mole on my neck,

Or the dumbest laughter I have ever cracked.

If he knows my favourites,

And the things I hate.

Or why my eyes get watery,

On the thought of losing him.

If he questions why my favourites are my favourite,

And if he listens to the music I listen.

He'd know what it is like to be a poet and not the muse.