muse

she complained day and night
where was her artist
musician
poet
that she could be the muse for
she wanted copious amounts of artwork and songs and poems all for her
that were very detailed about how the stars shone in her eyes when she stargazed or how her hands get shaky when holding others
she lay day after day
in bed crying for her poet
artist
musician
but they never came
no one listened to her selfish cries
she was all alone wailing to herself in an empty white room with only her and a piece of paper
then
she stopped and realized
she could be her own musician
poet
artist