Inkmouth

so nothing.

i'm so empty.

i'm so nothing.

hello,

i'm a patchwork quilt.

i stitch myself together

because no one else will.

i'm so useless.

i'm so nothing.

hello

you.

i love you.

you like me.

not enough

to see the stitches

but you

you like me.

but i'm still nothing.

i'm a little

less worthless

but a little

more wrecked

like a military antique.

i could be

a diamond.

i could be

silk.

but i would still be

so nothing.