I am not a poet,
and I am not an artist.
I am not a muse,
and I am not inspiration.

I am heartbroken,
I am utterly love sick.
I am a ticking time bomb,
I am a tortured soul.

You are not a poet,
and you are not an artist.
You are not a muse,
and you are not inspiration.

You are heartbreak,
you are insane and sporatic.
You are a faded falling star,
you are fortune's fool.

I've wasted my time, my energy,
and my emotions on you.
But worst of all,
I've wasted words.


... And you're still waiting to hear them, but the line has already gone dead ...