I don’t want to write for you

I don’t want to write for you.
I want to write for me. For mine.

I don’t want to lose mine. Me.
But I’m loving becoming us. Becoming we.

I don’t want you to be my muse.
Muses are fickle things. You and I endure. 

I don’t want you to be my inspiration.
Inspiration is fleeting; once caught, lost.

I don’t want to capture you in words.
You transcend my vocabulary.  My thesaurus of thought and feeling.

[29/12/18]

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