there's this gnat
she lives behind my eye socket
she bred her children in me
there are thousands of them
I named them
ironically, my womb isn't warm enough
not tough to bear
my flesh is filth
rotting, slicing, screaming
you're my muse but you're the one
tipping my enemies with news
you're not worthy of my love
but I'm not worthy of anything
So I let you love me
there's this rat
he lives in the hole of my living room wall
he comes past 3 am
he feeds on my flesh
he praises my ever rotting leg piece
there are five of them
but I only let three feast
my muse is choosy
ironically, my brain isn't functional enough
fungi nourishing off my fluids
there are millions of them
I researched them
you're my muse but you're
second worst to me
you circle my sky, be my satellite
to locate the monuments I hide
only to sneak in, and get the code
to my eternal misery
my muse is bratty
he loves me somedays, sometimes
dives in his own world, leaving me
empty handed by the beach side
my muse is not trust worthy
but I don't trust anything
So I let myself love you
there's this lie
I spin it endlessly
till my truth is another variant of it

I'm quite proud of this. I've thought the longest for these metaphors. Gnat represents friends, rats represent past lovers.