(b)mused.

(b)mused is what happens when love doesn’t arrive.When someone becomes a muse, but never quite a mirror.When confusion becomes its own kind of intimacy.In these poems, the speaker drifts between clarity and ache, tracing the soft violence of a connection that left more questions than closure. To be (b)mused is to be inspired and unraveled, to feel the edges blur between tenderness and disorientation, memory and myth.This is not a love story but a story about what we write when love disappears and we find ourselves again.