Nothing Special

Dont worry, it didn't hurt

the crying was just for show

an intoxicated mix up

I misunderstood

I thought you wanted an addiction

not just a quick fix



but i'm not hurt

instead of rejection i'll convince myself

I said no

but its all just a game

and the end justifies the means



you're only what I couldn't have

nothing special

a part of my condition

its more fun when you're running

but only if you catch up

but instead i'm starving

so i find a substitution

to supplement my addiction



there is nothing worse than

being wanted for the wrong reasons

deep down we all want to be the special case

the one that broke the rules

change the dynamics completely

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Craig Morris's picture

Hmmm. This poem suggests to me that void feeling after being 'used' by someone (quite possibly for sex). It's very descriptive, and handles the subject without going into too much detail or erring towards eroticism. Beautifully honest and intense, this clearly is one of the finer poems on this website.