Where my poetry is critiqued, and i try to comfort my bruised ego by launching into a refrain on heartbreak and its apocalyptic effect on my writing. He doesnât buy it.
her muse : you seriously didnt just use âvantablackâ, thatâs too modern, harshly modern in fact.
want me to be brutally honest? amateurish.
the poetess : we all have phases of great sensitivity and heartbreak.
sometimes when certain people exit our lives, so does our motivation to write.
every poet is really their own harshest critic you know.
the muse has since swallowed his words on several occasions, even posting a public proclamation of the poetessâ previously unappreciated talent.















