saying a lot

I am happiest,

when I feel nothing,

nothing at all;

and that explains a lot;

but I am lucky,

at least I can write about it,

most don’t even have that;

being in the middle sucks,

it always has, but I suppose

someone has to do it,

everyone can’t walk along the edges,

there just isn’t enough room;

she sees something in me,

I don’t know what it is,

I’ve never seen it,

I’m not even sure it’s really there,

maybe she only sees herself,

as I see her, the beauty which

exists within,

the love that has been denied

for so long,

that which no one sees but me,

maybe, anything is possible,

I only know that I am happiest

when I feel nothing,

nothing at all;

and that really does say a lot.

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