I am.

I am an afterthought.

I am the last option.

I am on your back burner.

I am just there to make you feel less lonely.

I am your last clean shirt when everything else feels dirty and you used me to clean up your mess.

I am your late night text.

I am the one you tell your secrets, your fantasies your dreams, your failures to, but not allow to take part.

I am your guinea pig

I am the bandage on your wounds, to be thrown away when you are healed.

I am your hidden gem, your secret escape, your forbidden drug.

I am everything and nothing to you, the highs and lows of a one night love.

I am just an idea, something to flirt with, but never take seriously.

I am the fantasy you want but not with whom you want it to be.

You can bare your soul to me, because you're going to leave.

I am saving you from yourself tonite in the midst of all the things you think you've got in your life you think you can hide something like me.

I am the stone you step across to get where you are going.

I am the bridge to connect you from where you are to where you need to be.

I am.

I am.

I am Nothing.