museika

I want Nothing with you, but you just want a thing.
but Nothing is so much more special, because there is nothing else than you and me.
Nobody can steal it, nobody can touch it. Nobody can rip it and no one else can see it but you in me and me in you.
And then when you get it, you want to name it Something, and when you do, you materialize it, you analyze it...and you get scared, and you run away..
and you leave me.
and I am again left alone with nothing...
nothing else but what's left of your taste in me.

I want Nothing.