nothing to no one which is you

writing this down to be facetious
the curls on my letters and the dots on my i’s
playing a symphony on my breathing
wasting my time on you for years
all due to my own naivety

when they told me -
girl, it’s not right. just drop it
i did not listen; i did not hear
i wanted to believe -

that maybe you could have tried
to love me; to hold me, to keep me close
to care when i turned away
to drown in my tears

my head works this way
this way that says emphatically that
you should listen to my every word and that
i should be the only one you hear and
i should be the only one you care for and

it will all fall apart.
all of this will
when stepping stones become advances
and advances become stepping stones
and i am the stepping stone you
so graciously twirl upon...