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Dec 2013
You can compare us to..
Well,
Nothing.

That’s what you told me we were anyways,
When you yelled it at me.
Thanks for that by the way,
You didn't need to raise you voice to lower mine.
The word nothing did that for you

Is that what you think of me?
Thought of me?
What you thought of me when you stole my heart on the dance floor?
When you brought me out for dinner?
When you crawled into my bed at three in the morning?
Did you dance with nothing?
Eat dinner with nothing?
Fool around with nothing?

I wasn't always nothing then.
What was the turning point?
When I stopped going out to clubs?
When I declined your dinner invitations?
When I became annoyed with your ***** calls?

Wait.
I see it now.
I've made myself nothing.
No wonder you yelled it at me.
I should have yelled it at myself.
Fiona Mae
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Fiona Mae
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