Spilled Ink

Blank Space

I don't want to be your everything,

I just want to be at least something.

Maybe a drop in these countless raindrops;

or a misplaced speck in your starless evening skies.

I don't want to be your world, your moon, nor universe.

I just want to be a millisecond

of that ticking clock on your bedside table.

I will not ask you to love me as much as I do,

for I want your heart to love the one it chooses to.

Only, just let this foolish blood-pumping muscle to beat

at the sound of my name leaving your lips.

I only ask that you let me love you like I always do,

because you are that elusive puzzle piece to my life's jigsaw.

Please, don't ask me to find replacements

for that gaping, blank space this silly girl saved only for you.

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