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If I’m nothing, why do you keep
on mentioning my name to your new girl?
You weren’t shy when you said
I was the stupid one out of the both of us.
I’m not committed to a crime
we both know you committed.
If I’m no one, then why are you
suffering for nothing our minds did?
You saw me with another man
who is far better than you could be.
You asked him why the girl
with so little to say about her past.
Well, we both know that time
means nothing when it comes
to spending an eternity with someone
worth every hour of our lives.
Still seeing you makes me wonder
if I’m more different than I actually am.
If I’m nothing to you, why are you running?
You said running away with you would be
a treasure and a peace offering of the foul
things I’ve done to you but I don’t remember
ever hurting you the way you said I’ve done.
You said I’m not the sentimental kind.
But if I’m no one, why do I feel like a somebody
when I write in prose and poetry?
You never dusted off my dusk jacket
and brushed off my sleeves when you read me.
You barely spoke a word to me
at my sixteenth birthday party.
We know there’s nothing left
for us but to write our farewells
and seek others with an open mind.
I heard your music from an old friend
she wanted for me to have a little listen
and I admired the words you said in your song.