Nothing

Sometimes I wish I was a s**t
I wish every touch was the same to me,
That there was no difference to me between the person extending it for me
That your hand on my back felt the same as any other person's hand on my back
That your smile meant the same as any other person's smile to my heart.

Sometimes I wish that you meant nothing to me.
That your shoulder bumping into mine was like any other tactile stimuli
That it didn't make me feel giddy and special

That it didn't set my heart on fire

That it didn't make me like you more

That it's nothing.

That You're nothing.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

because if it becomes something...the deed is done, the seed is sown...and love starts to grow...whether we want it to or not.
really like this poem a lot...and the first two lines...a great opener into what this professes.
j.

[John the Baptist]

There is a very subtle line separating love and hate. Dependence can erase it at times.