Everything, Something, Nothing

- Betwixt: Phase III - Poem III -

Do you know what you’re doing to me?

It’s always hurting, always cutting to bleed

You say we’re fine,

But I’m always wanting more to a lesser degree

Giving you paragraphs of love and lines,

But your hands don’t keep secrets

And your eyes write stories,

You never plan to finish

You’re like a comforting chaos,

The peace before the fall

A whisper of “maybe,”

Wrapped in cold sheets in December’s call

You’re my everything,

But I always feel like I’m missing something,

Yet I push off that feeling of nothing

It’s no longer platonic,

With your lips on my face

But I always feel,

Like I’m second best to what’s gone down the drain

Falling like dominoes, crying in your car,

Where sometimes you reminisce on what we could be,

It’s fetched so far 

Are we stuck in the betwixt of things?

In the “almost” or “so close?”

Am I chasing the ghost,

Of someone I don’t even know?

You’ll be my everything,

But you not being my one something,

Makes me feel like I’m nothing

And one night I’ll walk you home,

Two months have gone by with the arrival of the cold

You’ll say sorry for all the time we grew old,

And you’ll mean it

You were my everything,

One day I’ll find you again, or something,

But I don’t want you to become nothing