Nothing

push me forward or pull me back,
I am your soldier to command,
a favourite dog, a pawn in black,
a sword befitting your right hand
you've led me forward to attack,
I've dug my heels down into sand;
I fear that I've begun to crack—
your love is so hard to withstand

I don't know if you're wrong or right
about anything anymore,
if you dare trick even the light
or wait to confess at my door,
you've never let me out of sight
I've never wished for any more;
all my instincts tell me to fight
with violence from each fight before

all is well in the end, you say,
we both know nothing ever ends;
suspect escapes me, here I stay
unsure whether to break or bend—
as bitter honey, sweetest bay,
or joyful sorrow, we pretend
to love until the end of days,
so when do we begin?

Dec. 08, 2025