Nothing Much

You've got your gun to my head.
Unable to act. Remember what you said?
Things change. I changed?
Evidently. I was blamed.
Screwed up. Messed up. The state you left me.
Move along nothing to see.
Pass me by. You see. You ignore.
You know I was left on the floor.
Unnoticed. Uncared for.
Dust, crumbs, dirt. My friends.
That's what you see in them. This ends.
This addiction for your touch.
What I am now. Nothing much.
My love is dead. You have it, but its useless.
Be careful, you can be careless.
Then again, you can't use it, its worthless.
Stare at it. Touch it. Try to understand it.
You can't, we weren't the right fit.

Reviews

[Dani California]

Ouch. This is painful. Loving someone who doesn't love back. That's hard to endure. But with time, it passes, and in the long run love comes out of hiding, for it never really left. It only appeared to.

You have a great flow and I like the rhyme pattern.
Very well written!!