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Nothing-poetry

Updated on January 26, 2012

Nothing


I know it

I feel it

One day

I will call you on the phone

And scream to you

Im breaking

I need you

You will say your busy

Can you come later

I'll be dead by than

I say

Than nothing

Than you show

And throw the door open

As the blade brushes across my wrist

You shout

What are you doing

I stand and step toward you

Than I brush your hair from your cheek

And fall to one knee

As I'm getting weak

I tell you that I've always loved you

As the blood drips from my wrist

I will press my lips to yours

And say

I just wish you noticed me and wished you cared a little more

I see the dark close in around your beauty

And fall backward

And become the noting I've always felt I was

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