a poem in a writer's journal

being a writer's love must be nice

it must be a feeling so enigmatic

you never know

if you're being compared to a book or a puzzle

you become the stars or do you become their sun

their journal must be filled with your name all over the pages

they must've written poems and stories within your eyes

you must be their muse

they must be your favorite good news

it must be a feeling so mysterious

it's always the question

if you're a poem or a song in their old journal

it must be nice 

to be compared to the colors in the sky

it must be beautiful to be their muse

they must've spent long nights writing about your touch

you must be honored to never feel judged

they might've written ten but given you three pieces

it must be fantastic to be the reason someone doesn't sleep at night

it must be nice to know that they write you letters

hoping they'll give them to you

it must be great to be written about over and over

it must be great to be sat and be thought about when you're away

it must be nice to be loved that way

it must be nice to dream about your house in Bombay

it must be fun to ask them all these little questions 

about their dumb notebooks

it must be nice to see them laugh as they lie

it must be nice to be written about

it must be nice to be a writer's love

it must be dreamy to be someone's muse

it must be nice to believe that they know what you wanted

it must be nice to be flaunted

it must be nice to be someone's favorite poem

it must be nice to be next to him 

sad poem but that's how i feel, captain. also i think you should read seven days in june by tia williams.