I am nothing more
to you than an annoyance.
My touch- repulsive;
the very thought of
my body heat is enough
to make you gag.
My smile is dreaded;
you desire to pull loose
the dimpled flesh.
My words are insignificant;
all you hear is
stuttered nonsense.
I am nothing.
At least, that’s how you
make me feel.
Your thoughts are
empty of me.
Your blank stare and
sinister laugh
make me disintegrate
into marble floors.
I am nothing.
You took all of me-
dragged it behind you
when you left.
Why did you come back?
Because you didn’t
slam the door hard enough?
I won’t follow you out
this time.