I Was a Muse Once

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Tonight I’m angry
My heart confused by what it feels
But I’m smarter than this
Sweeter—or so I thought
“But I’m happy for you! Really!”
…But not really
When did her face become mine?
When did “her” become…her?
“Her” used to be me
You spoke of the flames in my hair
Now you write of the green in her eyes
I guess blue is so last year
I guess I shouldn’t have blinked
Because while my eyes and heart were closed
Yours were both open
It’s not your fault
We…