i could light a flame
and it could represent our love.
and you could just go and blow it out.
as soon as you said we had a beautiful nothing.
as soon as you said you stopped caring.
as soon as you said you never really cared.
but its not just a flame.
its not just my heart.
its not just you and me.
you had a beautiful something with her.
while we had a beautiful nothing.
while we were falling apart.
while i was absolutely a mess.
you were fooling around
with your beautiful something.
creating a beautiful nothing.
blowing out the flame forever.
stabbing my hear forever.
leaving me all alone.
in so much pain.
not even the call of the razor can make this pain go away.
what am i left with?
just the memory of you,
and our beautiful nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.