Nothing, but something special

It was nothing we said.
It wasn't anything.
Not yet.

It wasn't going to be anything,
or go anywhere.
It was just nothing.
Still.

And then it didn't turn
into something.
It dwindle away
into nothing.

But our nothing,
it was something
special.

The tail of two changes

I am alone, minding my own business.
You come along, minding mine too.
But nothing changes.

The closer we get, the more we can't
stop the heat from taking control.
Still, it didn't change.

We drifted apart, we came back
together, but never the real thing.
Because nothing had changed.

And then it changed,
back to where it didn't
change from.

Thought I'd broken the spell,
gotten rid of the pattern, but
apparently, nothing changed.

It's only in retrospect, they say,
that you know what not to do.
But that's just not true.

I knew it right there.
Knew I shouldn't be bothered.
Walk away from what you offered.

I saw in your pleading eyes
that I am just not strong
enough, that you were wrong.

But you picked me up,
held me high up to have a look
and then threw me away.

You're a liar and a thief.
Well, I don't know whether you're a liar,
but you sure are a thief.

You left me in bits and pieces,
left me to deal with unanswered
questions and open paths.

And you don't even cook.

Ik wou dat ik een kikker was
en jij een konijntje.
Dan sprongen we samen
als twee idioten in het rond.
Want ik ben helemaal geen kikker
en jij ook geen konijntje.

Het is net andersom.