Be my subject,
the muse that commands my words.
Be close enough for me to love you,
but not so close as to fall in.
Let me study
the callouses on your fingertips,
the scars on your heart,
and the twists of your mind.
Give me your words
and the puzzles they entail,
the freedom and the terror
and the questions.
You are danger, to me,
but painfully beautiful all the same,
with stories that make me whole.
But the only things I can offer you,
are passionate words
and heartbreak.
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