half of nothing at all

telling me that nothing

in life is as important as whoever

they think is in my bed.

bells, they ask for

names and dates

for my friend who's

getting married in a year.

and nothing i do is

interesting enough

to warrant a sentence.

never growing any taller,

it's past me now,

but i feel smaller than ever

in a sea of blinking eyes

asking

about something and

somebody else,

is this the rest of my life?

to never be in the center,

but always cast aside

for a more romantic lead?

failure, spectacular,

nothing at all

interesting enough

to warrant a sentence.

like bare feet in wet sand,

left out in the sun and never allowed

in the lake water, just simmering

on the shore, because you're only

half.

half of nothing at all.