Nothing To Me Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Vie with the restless branches
Of these floating skeptic clouds
That clipped themselves
To your fancy red gowns and ties
Like the perfect hurt to a note
Watch me cut myself to shards
Until I can no longer
Piece myself back together
But with all that is said and done
With a finger pointed to the skies
Sworn upon my beating heart
I believe this to be true,
Look at me with those empty eyes
My heart still sings the best melodies;
Your whispers mean nothing to me