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.