Sweet, Sweet Nothings Poem by Amber Jones

I wake to sweet nothings
Your lips beside my ear
As you tell me all the somethings
Your sorry life holds dear

There's an arm around my waist
And a breath upon my neck
You take in all that you can taste
No doubt that your a wreck

I'm sorry I can't see
The sorry side of me
But your fake identity
Is a lie
I cannot run to he
Because he has such doubts in she
If there's anything I can't see
It's a lie

I shove away the nothings
And your lips beside my ear
As I rid myself of somethings
To make my mind go clear

There's an arm around my waist
And a breath upon my neck
I shove them all away in haste
Cut your will and slice the deck