Who am I to you
If I am your nothing,
Your opiate, your distraction
From mundane small talk
And the coffee that took years
For me to convince you to enjoy sipping?
Who am I to you
If I am but a text on the screen of your smartphone,
If it has become a chore to entertain my talk
Of "forever" and "always"
And if the words of my mouth
Fall upon a dulled heart?
Who am I to you
If you are my everything,
If you are my soul and my heart (and maybe
The reason I still get up in the morning)
And yet I am but an immobable stone
Blocking your path to freedom?
Who am I to you
If I love you beyond compare,
And yet you care
Not for me
At all?