A Tribute To A Stranger (A State Of Nothingness) . Poem by yenney anonymous

</>I may strip myself with these lines,
or i may covert my life with these lies,
but what does that make me?
what does that prove to you?

and then again i am not bound to prove anything,
and i am not bound by this body,
i am not bound by you,
i am only being me,
someone i never came close enough to know,
someone with reckless words,
digested by a reckless heart!

words, we keep them so just to break them, in the end,
words, can they assure you?
can they settle your ever changing heart of hearts?
but i only have words to hang on to,
i only have words to believe in to,
i only have words to offer you.

you may hate me,
you may love me,
you may hate my guts,
you may hate what i may tell you,
and you may hate for what i may not,
or you may love me for what i might show you,
cos love and hate are of no difference to me,
love is synonym with hatred,
you can never depart love from hate,
and without you knowing it; i can even love you more than you can take!

I may cry my heart out to you,
or i may hide my shape from you,
but was it really me in front of you?
or am i a refugee hidden in you?

i may want what i never wanted,
i may push aside what i've always fond of,
and (if you are willing) i may trade this heart with yours,
so i may think like you,
so i may feel what i really should,
so i might as well be YOU.</>