Anita Violet Amini

He taught me

something can be worse than nothing

a feeling much too empty, emptier

than the lacking

the void in our lives

He taught me

nothing is all right

but the Truth

is deception in broad daylight

And it will hurt me throughout the nights

He warned me, as he watched me, he was a product of his time

And he told me that he believed his half-truths as mostly lies

I wonder if Jameson makes it just fine

If I'm an open book, he is a broken locked diary

lost and flooded, bleached out and buried now

in desert moonlight

He taught me Something

Something is worse than Nothing

a feeling so empty

emptier than what is lacking and scarier than the blackhole

eating his insides

And my kindness makes him bleed

like his hate and anger makes me die

'You came along like the saddest song in disguise,

cloaked by laughing eyes'