There is nothingI shut my eyes for the sake of my imagination
There is nothing apart from him
Him the man I dream of
Him the man I crave yet know nothing about.
I know nothing about love
Yet I speak love
I love love
I dream of love
I want to make love to someone
I want him to make love to me
But then I am nothing.
It pains me that I know nothing will bring me close to him
Hell he is a God
That fire he has
The potency that radiates from a million miles away
A potency that bother me in my dreams
I’m my mind
Yet I feel like am nothing.
I feel like I don’t exist
If I existed maybe he would see me
Am I that different?
So subtle to see?
So thin to see?
Yet am so hugely built
Maybe that’s why.
Maybe that’s why I feel like am nothing.
Because I am nothing that he wants
Hell a God obviously wants pure gold, diamonds and silver,
Then what am I apart from nothing a man like him would like
Fat and flawed, would he like that?
Too young and extremely ambitious would he appreciate that?
Walks funny, legs kissing thighs inseparable
Would he see beauty in that?
See am nothing,
Nothing as pretty as him
Nothing like gold, diamonds and silver.
Nothing like heaven,
Am too emotion
Would he take that and mould it into his little princess?
Would he take me and mould me into the little girl he likes?
Would I drive him crazy like he drives me crazy?
Yet I know nothing about him
Just his glorious face
Perfect face and strong potent presence.
I am broken, I am nothing.
Who sees nothing if not no one.
Maybe that’s why he doesn’t see me.
It’s just nothing.