Ten Things I Hate About You

My Dearest Muse,

I hate the way you keep me up at night
And the way you leave me stranded without foresight.
I hate the way you take control on the page.
I hate it when you sabotage my language.
I hate your manic drive, even your whimsy
And the way you drag me along.
I hate you so much it makes me pray to unknown Gods.
It even makes me write parodies.

I hate it…
I hate the way your fervor pushes me to hone.
I hate it when you’re gone.
I hate it when your magic makes me soar, like I can do no wrong;
Even worse, is when you make me feel I belong.

I hate it when you go silent
And the fact that you expect me to carry on,
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you;

Not that I should if I could;
Not that I don’t even when I do;
Not that I want to, even if I could.

With love and frustration,

Brenda

Where is your muse today?