Nothing

Whisper sweet nothings in my ear,

Then let’s pretend you were never here.

Every time you walk out the door,

I had never wanted you more.

You leave my thoughts impaired,

But I have never really cared.

What we have can never be real,

Because nothing is what I feel.

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