No Such Thing As Nothing

Nothing, nothing, nothing. I could never feel something as little as nothing, because my heart is too busy being full of you. What I feel for you, isn’t the bare expanse of an empty field, or the empty, mournful sensation of winter. What I feel for you is everything. My heart has a golden arrow in it, I survive because of my love for you. Not a moment passes, without the idea of you encompassing my mind. What I feel for you, is everything. I’d love to consume you, so I can feel your heart inside of my body, beating, as proof that you love me, too. I know your heart beats for me. I know it does. I want to swallow your brain and devour your thoughts about me. I know you think of me. I know you do. I want my ribs to surround you, so you can never leave my love. Oh, my love, you’ll never feel something as little as nothing, as long as you live inside of me. No such thing as “nothing” exists, as long as you live inside of me.