nothing more
what am i to you?
a habit forming?
waiting for the junkie in you
to hold me over a fire
until i melt
for your consumption?
a rest stop?
a place along the way
where you can stretch and
relieve yourself
before arrival at your final destination?
or a pet?
a toy at your doorstep
awaiting the master’s return
in hopes of a scrap
of affection or a pat on the head.
i feel i am
nothing more than an afterthought
or “something to do”
when nothing more entertaining avails itself.
i am “something else” –
a slight improvement upon “nothing else”
and a marginally better alternative
to “nothing more.”
i want more than this
i deserve more than this
and i am ready to leap from being something
to being nothing
to you
at all.












