the things i'd write to you, you'd discard or act disinterested, but later i'd find you advertising those words as your own to others.
i'd decorate something a certain way and you'd act apathetic, but later i'd see you'd mimic it.
you'd title your works using words i described to you that you behaved carelessly about.
i think i should stop telling you things at all, and know that i am the muse and your unexpected mimicry should serve as encouragement to my ability to affect you in ways you don't like to admit to me.
11:40 a.m. - 2013-07-20