Muse.

It looks as if I haven't been writing much.

Well let me be the bearer of bad news:

I have.

But it's all been about you.

And the worst thing to be is someone's muse—

to be my muse.

You never get to know 

what I'm thinking

what I'm writing

what I'm feeling

Because I just quit showing those pieces.

I start showing the slop that 

I don't care about

because your pieces are the

only ones that matter.

After all, 

they're the only good ones.

I publish them elsewhere

and the crowds agree—

they perform really well,

just as they always have.

They resonate with the masses.

You resonate well with the masses.

Go figure.

So I have been writing.

But you'll never get to read it.