he fights away my pain

that one special person becomes a muse and never even knows it

the way he smiles at the simplest of moments.
the way he looks when he thinks no one is looking.
the way he speaks when it's just us.
he brings joy. and fights away the pain.

he inspires and i don't even realize it.
he's my anti-depressant.
he's my Prozac.
he brings me joy and fights away my pain.

he's my everything.
my muse.
he brings me to things i never used to do.
he brings me joy and fights away my pain.

he's quiet and moody.
and gets mad easily
but he's sweet and romantic
and he brings me joy and fights my pain away.