Cheesy Little Teenage Girl  (10/05/2009)

Cheesy little teenage girl
The writer in me wonders if cynicism makes for a better muse
The soul in me believes he with an open heart will always triumph
A longing for the honesty of the pure soul
Yet a calling for the muse of trauma and confusion
Of dishonesty and restlessness
And somewhere you sit in between
My contradiction
 
A realization of my limits
For once, I am unable to have it all
To have you in momentary bursts of presence
But never for a breath longer
 
The inevitability of pain looms
And perhaps I will have it all after all:
The honesty of a broken heart
That generates the pain and confusion, cynicism and trauma
The better muse.
The writing will flow,
Though everything will be lost.