poemsforpersephone:

there is a difference
between wanting nothing
and not wanting anything.

the first is a longing
for the kind of absolution only
death can buy / a desperation for
the end because the in-between is
cruel and you are so tired.

you live your life
around nothing, until ‘nothing’
becomes a boy with a jigsaw past and an
attitude problem / until ‘nothing’ becomes
palms pressed to the back of shivering
necks / until it becomes yes or no and always
and stay and a key traced into skin.

‘nothing’ ceases to be an abyss, forgets
how to be void / ‘nothing’ keeps you warm
at night, ‘nothing’ holds you steady,
‘nothing’ trusts you, ‘nothing’ begins to love you.

nothing becomes many things.
and for once?
you want everything.


l.s. | NOTHING HOLDS YOU STEADY (LIKE HE DOES) © 2016