I'm nothing.

Poem about the feeling of being nothing.

 
I’m nothing. I’m yesterdays binge and today's hangover. I’m the addicts resistance and the alcoholic’s sober moment. I’m the cold turkeys sweat. I’m Decembers shadow and July's dryness. I’m the forgotten mitten and the lone found shoe. I’m the letters never opened and the replays never sent. I’m your prayers on a sleepless night and your mothers childhood dreams. I’m the salt that got spilled, the vase that got broken and the dress you destroyed. I’m the dry spot in-between the waves. The silence between unspoken words and eye contact never made. I’m the unwanted truth and the lies that never should have been told. I’m the moment of realization. Your left over food and our spilled wine. I’m  the way things could have been and the way things are.

But mostly I’m the space that used to exist between our lips. I’m nothing at all.

Author's Note

I would love some critique and I apologize for grammar problems.

Reviews

[Misery]

I enjoyed the many facets you wove into this creation. A delightfully sad poem about feeling like nothing.
You end the poem with: "But mostly I’m the space that used to exist between our lips". Does that mean the poem ends with a kiss?

[Nanna]

Thank you so much for the kind words. The last line is supposed be more of a memory of a kiss, as in once there used to be no space between their lips but now there is. So this is pretty much a heart break poem. How small and fragile you can feel when you lose someone.
I'm not sure if the last line makes that clear enough.

[Misery]

You are welcome, dear poet.
Thank you for sharing the inspiration that blossoms from the pain of a broken heart.